Original subtitles

- Immigration and Customs Security. May I have your attention?

- Immigration and Customs Security polices our borders and arrests evildoers.

- Previously on The Border... - Homeland Security is sending up some hotshot agent.

- There's this story I heard of a captain,

of a top-secret squad of elite commandos.

- Captain Mike Kessler. - Andrew Mannering, CSIS.

- This man witnessed a terrible event and he was ordered

by his superiors to just cover it all up.

- Shall we add paranoia to your list of delusional behaviors?

- Paranoia is the only sane response to a man like you.

- You haven't been sane since you cracked up in Bosnia.

- He'd forget what he had seen so he went off the rails, had a breakdown.

- He slipped through my fingers once and it won't happen again.

- Radman is asylumed in exchange for testifying against a bigger fish.

But the past surfaced again and he may not be thinking clearly.

- You will never mention the name Vlatko Radman again. If you try to find him,

you'll be dismissed and charged under the Official Secrets Act

and that goes for Friar Tuck, Little John and all the rest of your band of merry men.

- Your behavior has become erratic.

Leave Vlatko Radman alone. [Gunshot]

You may be stripped of office and tried for treason.

- [Radio]: Suspects were last seen heading towards the river.

[Dog barking]

[Growling]

[Dog barking again]

Holy shit!

Let's go!

[Dog still barking]

- What the hell you doin', sir? - What do you think?

- We're swimming to Canada? - You see a boat?

- Well, I'm sure I won't be the first Black man to drown in this river.

[Dogs barking]

Decomp! Help!

Help me!

[Radio conversation in the background]

- This doesn't really concern ICS.

No? Last I checked,

illegal border crossings were top of our job description.

- Just tell your people to hand over my prisoners,

and you can go back to a dry bed.

- Yeah, Coast Guard picked them up on our side of the river.

- That makes them our prisoners. - Lt. Ulysses Grant Davies,

First Battalion, 64th Regiment.

- Corporal Zachariah Metski, First Battalion, 64th Regiment.

- Private First Class Gordon Harvey, First Battalion,

- Combat Team, 34th Infantry. - At ease.

- We fulfilled our contract with the United States Army.

We came to Canada as refugees from the policy of "stop-loss."

[Siren sounding in the background]

[Banging aggressively at the door]

- Open the door, or we'll break it in!

- I'll put on some coffee.

Tear the place apart.

I'll take the bedroom.

You do have a warrant?

- Facted down to the last comma.

Naming you as a suspect in Radman's murder,

and authorizing me to search for the weapon.

Sir?

[Siren sounding in the background]

Get me the pry bar.

Or I could unlock it.

Well, well, what have we here?

Army-issue Remington-700 sniper rifle.

The very thing for picking off Croatian warlords.

- It hasn't been fired in ten years.

Has it not.

[Cell phone ringing]

Excuse me.

[Phone still ringing] Kessler.

- We brought in some U.S. Army deserters who are claiming refugee status.

- Deserters don't have refugee standing. - [Yeah, well the Army]

wants these guys pretty bad - they put on a real manhunt.

They were stop-lossed.

Layla thinks we should hear 'em out.

[Okay, I'll meet you there.]

Knock yourself out. I'll be in the shower.

A lot of heat for some guys

low on the military food chain.

- Yeah, you special in some way we should know about? - Well, actually ma'am,

- we're war heroes. - Heroes?

- You were running away. - We did our time, sir.

- Private Harvey here was awarded the Purple Heart.

- Yeah, Lieutenant Davies' got a Purple Heart and a Silver Star.

And, well, I got two Purple Hearts and a Silver Star,

so I guess that'd make me the winner, now doesn't it? Ha! Ha!

- You got vending machines?

I could really use a Twinkie.

Uh, dude,

I don't think they have those up here.

[Protesters chanting slogans]

No more blood for oil!

- We're protesting the detention of these 3 American soldiers.

- [Protesters]: Free the soldiers! Free the soldiers!

[Speed-dialing beeps]

[Phone ringing and protesters chanting "Let them go!"]

Shit!

Hey, Dad.

- Shelter from the Storm? - The new underground railroad.

We help deserters cross the border and find homes and jobs when they get here.

That's illegal, Zoe.

- Well, so is the Army trying to stop-loss the soldiers

who've finished their contracts.

- Those soldiers should have read the fine print.

They can be forced to serve as long as a war continues.

- So that's what, the next twenty years?

Besides, Iraq is not a war. It's a military engagement.

Why are you really here, Zoe?

- I'm one of the organizers.

We had people at the border waiting for the guys to cross.

- And now you're here at my place of work.

[Protester]: Freedom!

- You think this is about you? - Isn't it?

- I've been around political exiles and torture victims my whole life.

- This stuff is in my blood. - At the moment, it's outside my parking lot.

- Would you rather I didn't give a shit?

- Actually, yes, I would. Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have political exiles

and torture victims to persecute.

[Starting the engine]

[Honking]

- [Protesters]: Free the soldiers! Free the soldiers!

- Hello, Major. - Agent LaGarda.

- These are the extradition papers

for Lieutenant Davies, Corporal Metski, and Private Harvey.

- You must really want these boys. - Not me, the army.

I have orders to return them to Fort Dix for court martial.

- They could get five years in military prison.

Seems pretty steep for soldiers who've served out their contract.

- It's not for us to decide.

- Your soldiers have applied for refugee status.

- They're entitled to a hearing. - We've done this dance before.

I think we both know how it's gonna end.

- Looks like our deserters have made themselves at home.

- Is it just me, or are they, like, twelve years old?

- Better move them down to holding.

- Were you guys in the same unit? - Uh, no sir.

We were all in B-dad, but they were in Jamia and I was in Sadr City.

- Yeah, we met in group. - Group? - Therapy.

At Lincoln Army Hospital in Ohio.

- Yeah, we're all whack jobs. Can't you tell? Batshit crazy.

- Post-traumatic stress. - Friggin' A, man.

- Figures. You gotta be crazy to try and swim across the Niagara Gorge.

- Yeah, that was some seriously messed-up shit.

This war's crazy, not us.

- L.T.'s in denial. It's sad, really.

Face it. You're a beautiful psycho freak.

- Back it up, Corporal! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Is that an order, sir? - Hey...

You wanna ease up?

Like I said, stress.

They're just kids.

- The Pentagon itself is pressuring the PMO to extradite.

- [I'd understand if they were high-ranking officers.]

- We can't afford to piss off the Pentagon. Not with our troops fighting next to theirs.

- [We have to play ball.] - The deserters have organized support.

We've got press and picketers outside our gate. - [Just keeps getting better!]

- They deserve a hearing, Minister. - [All right, fine.]

Get this done quickly before things gets out of control.

- [Okay?] - I think you want to see this.

General Ralph Davies.

Four stars. He's one of the big boys.

- This morning at 0-100 hours,

my son, Lieutenant Ulysses Grant Davies,

was arrested by Canadian authorities

after deserting his post and crossing illegally into Canada.

- This guy makes old Blood-and-Guts Patton look like a yoga-mat metrosexual.

- Rest assured, my son will get no special treatment.

On the contrary, I intend to do all in my power to ensure

that Lieutenant Davies and the enlisted men with him

are prosecuted to the fullest extent of military law.

This country asked no more of...

- Five years without parole. And I thought my Dad was cold.

Then again, he's dead, so technically he's colder...

That explains the manhunt.

- I've been ordered to bring them back in leg-irons. - See, it's Dad all over again.

- You can't have them. Not yet, anyway.

As refugee claimants, they're entitled to a fair hearing. Maggie?

- Yeah, boss? - Take their statements.

See what they have to back up their claims. Darnell can help.

- Uh, he's upstairs with Agent Mannering.

Mannering's upstairs?

- Mm-hm. Apparently he's taken over an office. - [Video]: We're fighting a war.

And we can't do it without troops.

- I was woken this morning by a battering ram at my door.

Agent Mannering searched my apartment.

- What did he find? - Nothing.

My old army-issue sniper rifle.

- That's not nothing. - It hasn't been fired.

But Agent Mannering's convinced I shot Radman.

Well...

Didn't you?

No.

[Whispering]: Come on, Mike...

I'm the one who told you where to find him.

I keep telling myself I didn't know you planned to shoot him.

- But if I'm honest ... - Maybe Washington thought it was risky to set Radman free.

- On the contrary, they're furious he got killed.

And I've been officially reprimanded.

I did not shoot Radman.

Someone else

was up on that roof.

- Only three people knew where he'd be that night.

Mannering,

me, and you.

If someone else was there...

- Then we have a serious breach of security.

- Private First Class Gordon Harvey, of the 34th Infantry,

United States Army. [Door closing shut]

- Everybody just calls me Decomp. - As in 'decompensate?'

It means 'fall apart.'

- Oh, 'kay. Well, I've done plenty of that, I guess.

But no, they call me Decomp 'cause I used to smell like decomposing remains.

Just one of the perks of working Mortuary Affairs.

- Mortuary Affairs? - Yeah.

We go in and pick up the pieces that other troops leave behind.

You know, body parts and shit.

- You served in Baghdad. - One day, in this marketplace

unit worked, like, 19 hours straight.

Picked up, bagged, and tagged over 2300 body parts -

chunks of flesh, eyeballs, heads.

Iraqis, soldiers, who knew?

I even bagged some guy's di--

Private part.

- Right. Got it. So how'd you get your Purple Heart?

- A lot of the zones we worked were still hot. Security was shit.

A couple of guys in a hummer. No armor.

I.E. don't get you, you're sniper bait.

You were shot?

- Yeah, took one in the hip.

Supposed to be my million-dollar wound, keep me stateside.

- But you got stop-lossed.

Yup.

I got my orders in physio.

Active duty extended two years.

I just started laughing, couldn't stop.

Shrink was all worried and shit, said he couldn't do nothin' about it.

They were stop-lossing other head cases too

'cause nobody sane signs up anymore

and the government is too chickenshit

to start up a draft.

- Nineteen years old. - You sound sympathetic.

- This kid did everything we asked and more. - To qualify as a refugee,

you have to face a serious threat of persecution in your native country.

- Do you face such a threat? - Does hard time without parole qualify as serious?

- Mm-hm.

- Agent Mannering. - Major.

- He wants to ask me a few questions.

- I've sequestered an office while I investigate the role of ICS into the Radman shooting.

I'll try not to be too disruptive. - Agent Mannering...

I think I've made it pretty clear that Washington doesn't want an investigation.

CSIS answers to Ottawa,

Agent LaGarda.

- If news of Radman's death leaks out,

it will embarrass both of our countries.

- That's why I'm investigating the death of one John Doe,

whose unclaimed body is lying in the morgue.

- And how do you explain CSIS

spending resources on a John Doe?

- Just a hunch it has something to do

with national security.

Detective Jackson.

- Uh-huh. Sure.

'Kay, bye.

What did Mannering say to you?

- He asked about your movements the night of the shooting.

- I told him I left work at six. - Anything else?

- Yeah, he wanted to know about your attitude toward Radman,

whether you'd expressed any homicidal intent.

What'd you say?

- I told him that your response to the situation

seemed at all times rational

and proportionate to the danger Radman posed.

Thank you.

No problem.

- Corporal Zak Metski of the First Battalion, 64th Regiment.

[Security system beeping] Serial number 537-00-9185.

You can call me Banger, ma'am, if you want.

You run with a gang?

- Nah, I just like juicin' my brain on that Death Metal, you know.

Like, huh!

They would have called it head- banger music, back in your day.

In my day?

Sorry, ma'am.

- You served under Lieutenant Davies?

- You mean Loo-tenant?

Ute the Lieut? Ha! Ha!

Oh yeah. Only officer I ever met who knows his ass from his face.

- You have two Purple Hearts and a Silver Star - I'm impressed.

- Purple Hearts is easy. You just gotta be stupid enough to get nailed.

Or brave enough.

- Uh, 'stupid enough' pretty much covers it, trust me.

My first time was over a soccer ball. Yeah, some genius over in Washington

thought it'd be a good idea to ship over a few hundred soccer balls for the local kids.

And what kid don't like soccer, right?

Only thing is, these balls show up, they all flat as pancakes

and ain't nobody got any pumps to pump 'em up.

Brilliant.

- Yeah, so my C.O. -he's another real genius-,

he tells us to hand 'em out anyway.

I mean, you shoulda seen the look on these kids' faces.

And there's this one boy, 8-years-old,

about maybe yay high, he must have really loved his soccer.

He went and got himself a gun and he shot me.

- [Gunshot] - Oh, Jesus.

So how'd you get your Silver Star? - That's no big deal.

Me and 'Loo-tenant' Davies,

we was checking some back streets, you know,

stumbled upon a nest of insurgents.

[Clamor]

Dead end, man! [Glass breaking]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

[Screaming something in a foreign language]

I got Lieutenant Davies clear,

called in the grid.

Apaches come in and pretty much leveled that place.

That's about all she wrote 'til I woke up in Lincoln.

- And that's when you decided that you'd had enough.

Yeah. Sure, ma'am.

- How did you feel when you received your stop-loss order?

I'd done my four years.

It wasn't right, I guess.

You guess?

- Ute said I shouldn't go back. - Ute said?

He' just lookin' out for me.

- He didn't want to desert the army.

- Psychologically vulnerable, influenced

by a strong personality who'd been his superior officer.

- It's not so bad over there... - Might be grounds for a reduced sentence.

- Not with General Davies on his case.

- Weren't you being treated for post-traumatic stress disorder?

Can I speak freely?

Please do.

That stuff is bullshit.

- Bullshit? - Oh yeah!

- Are you saying that you were ready to return to Iraq?

- Lieutenant Davies was just lookin' out for me, it's all.

He's smarter than I am.

- Lieutenant Davies has got a lot to answer for.

I agree.

- Hey, you got a minute? - Can you make it quick?

- Mannering's going after you.

- Really? - And he won't stop pushing.

He asked me if I knew where you were the night Radman was shot.

- I hope you were honest with him. - Yeah, yeah.

I think I used the words, uh, 'threesome'

and 'Mrs. Mannering' in the same sentence.

Come on, he pissed me off, the way he was going at you!

- I already told Mannering I was alone that night.

- Oh, well, so I guess I got the wrong night, huh?

- State your full name and rank.

- Lt. Ulysses Grant Davies, First Battalion, 64th Regiment.

- 212-00-7814. - I'll take over here.

- Thank you, Major Kessler. Sergeant Hourani.

- You led your men into quite the shitstorm, Lieutenant.

- Yes, sir. - Five years hard time.

Military time, no hope of parole.

Yes, sir.

- You knew who your father was,

knew he wouldn't stop until he hunted you down.

Knew he'd make them pay.

You were the officer, here.

Those boys counted on you.

Private Harvey...

the boy you call Decomp?

Prison will destroy him.

I didn't want him to come.

He got wind of our plans. I couldn't stop him. - And Corporal Metski?

He was ready to return to Iraq until you all but ordered him to desert his post.

He said that?

- That kid took a bullet for you.

He saved my life.

- And you repaid him by destroying his.

- You say my father's angry at me. That he's after me.

- He wants to make an example of you.

Tell him I'll go back.

No lawyers, no protests, no refugee claim.

He can parade me up and down the country, hang me from the highest tree for all I care.

Just one condition.

Zak and Decomp stay here

and go free.

[Siren sounding in the background]

'Kay.

No dice.

The Pentagon wants all three of them.

They say cutting a deal would encourage other stop-lossed soldiers to head north.

- Then we'll proceed with the refugee claims.

- They seemed especially interested

in Corporal Metski.

Not Lieutenant Davies?

Pentagon's pissed, Mike.

They don't understand the delay.

- Well, it's called due process.

[Speed-dial beeps]

[Protesters chanting slogans]

[Cell phone ringing]

- Yvonne Castle. - [It's Mike.]

I have a couple of refugee claimants who could use some advice.

- Wait a minute - you're calling me for help?

- Is that so hard to believe? - [Actually, Mike,]

your daughter beat you to it. [Shutting off her cell phone]

- Get this over to head office and process it, please.

Miss Castle. Can you join me in my office, please?

'Kay.

You can wait here.

Yes, sir.

That's a great kid you've got there. You might try being a little less patronizing.

- Actually, I was looking for advice on refugee law,

not child-raising.

- Just as well, 'cause that child is raised.

- I gather she filled you in on the background of this case. - Mm-hm, and I told her there's

never been a successful refugee claim for a deserter on the basis of stop-loss.

- And post-traumatic stress?

Those kids were in treatment when they were stop-lossed.

- Thanks. It's an angle worth pursuing.

But first gotta get them out of lockup. - That's not gonna happen.

- They're an obvious flight risk. - So what?

They languish in detention for the next year?

These boys are war heroes, not terrorists.

- That case is being fast-tracked. The Pentagon wants its pound of flesh.

- Yeah, well, I saw General Davies' press conference,

on the basis of which I intend to argue the unlikelihood of a fair... trial.

- Excuse me. - Uh...

- He was alone. I dropped by. - The whole evening?

- Can I help you? - Well, I'd like to ask your daughter some questions.

- She's got nothing to say to you. - Is that a fact?

Miss Kessler.

What did you do?

Nothing.

- He wants to know where you were last Thursday night.

He says he's investigating a shooting.

What did you say?

- That you were alone and I dropped by.

I didn't mention that you were cleaning your gun.

Zoe, I'm sorry.

I didn't want to have you dragged into this mess.

Did you shoot somebody?

God, Zoe, no.

You sure?

Positive.

- This doesn't make any sense; why would they classify the military records

of a lowly corporal and lieutenant?

- You're completely shut out? [Computer beeping]

- Well, Private Harvey's no problem.

An army grunt on the Mortuary Affairs detail in Baghdad.

These other two guys are locked up tighter than a fish's butt.

- Agent Slade. - Hm?

Hey, why don't you go grab one of your macrobiotic slurpees

or whatever foul-tasting herbal brew you subsist on, hm?

- How's it going with the footage from Radman's hotel?

- Uh, Mannering's still sitting on it, but I'm not giving up.

Good.

- Hey, I gotta ask... - No, you don't.

- No. 'Cause you know, there's stuff I can do, you know, to...

- Tricks to cover your tracks. - Just get me the footage.

[Computer beeping]

[Protesters chanting slogans]

Are the handcuffs necessary?

These are decorated war heroes.

Remove the cuffs.

[Protesters chanting slogans]

[Cell phone ringing]

- Fortunately, the Military Honors Division is a little more relaxed with its database,

which is how I know that Corporal Metski got his Silver Star

by carrying his barely conscious lieutenant for six blocks

while under sniper fire at 1100 hours

on March 12, 2008, in the al-Mansur section of Baghdad.

- That matches what he told us.

- He also said that he called in a fire mission,

and they pretty much flattened the place.

- So? - The Red Crescent bombing in Baghdad,

the one that took out that hospital?

- And killed British aid workers.

- Yeah, 3 aid workers, 2 Iraqi doctors, 11 Iraqi children.

That bombing took place at 1120 hours

on March 12, 2008

in the al-Mansur section of Baghdad.

- There's no nest of insurgents. Corporal Metski called in the coordinates of a hospital.

- No wonder the Pentagon wants them back.

- You know the processing could take hours, right?

- I want these guys to know they got friends. - Oh, I think they know.

- [Protesters]: Hell, no! Let them go! Hell, no! Let them go!

Hell, no! Let them go!

Hell, no! Let them go! [Clamor]

- [Honking] - Stop the car, son of a bitch!

Stupid prick!

[Honking]

The natives are restless.

- [Honking] - Situation's under control.

- Right, it's under control. They're all over us!

- It's okay, buddy. Stay cool. [Protesters banging on the car]

Shit!

Damn! They're all over us. They got us surrounded! - Easy, easy, Corporal.

[Gunshots]

- This is Alpha Delta 327, requesting assistance.

- We need backup now! - I have to transfer the prisoners.

[Protesters chanting slogans]

- Move out! Move out! - Uh... Uh...

- Come on, back away. - Get out of the way. Get out of the way.

- What are they doing? - I don't know.

Just sit tight.

- You okay, sir? - Okay, stay calm.

Aaagh!

- Come on, move it! [Gunfire]

[Protesters chanting slogans]

Where is he?

- Where is he? - I'm right here. I'm right here.

[Gunshots]

- You're lyin'. The Lieutenant's been shot!

- I'm fine, look at me! Corporal, you put down that weapon.

- Shut the hell up so I can think, man!

Get off! [Shooting and crowd screaming]

You! You! You!

You! You! Out of the car, now!

Out of the car, now!

Hurry up! You!

- Move over! Move over! - Aah!

- Drive! Hurry up! [Starting the engine] - Okay.

- [Energetic chatter] - I'm on my way.

[Growling]

- Okay, that's not PTSD. That is full-blown psychosis!

- North on Winslow. [Computer beeping]

- It was the drugs they gave him. They messed with his brain.

- What drugs? - Modafinil.

This wake-up drug that's supposed to turn exhausted troops into super-soldiers.

- You mean speed. - Only better. Non-addictive, minimal side effects.

Unless you're already unstable like Zak, in which case it can turn you into a paranoid maniac.

- Go right, go right! Turn, turn, turn! Turn!

- [Computer beeping] - No, wait, they're turning. - Keep your distance.

- I don't want him provoked. - Where the hell are we?

Was he on those drugs

when he ordered the bombing of a Red Crescent Hospital?

- [Gunshot] - Aah!

- A sniper shot me in the leg. I would've bled out if it weren't for Zak.

- Shit, Lieutenant! [Gunshots]

One.

One sniper?

Yeah.

But Zak saw them everywhere.

The medics tried to help us, but Zak just carried me away.

- They're comin'! Come on! Follow me!

- [Gunshots] - We can help you!

Stop! We can help you!

- I was barely conscious. I heard him order the strike,

but I couldn't do anything to stop it.

There were kids in there.

- Does Zak know what he did? - He's been told, but whether he's taken it in...

- Obviously on some level, he did. - We can't keep driving forever.

Shut up! Shut up!

[Computer beeping]

Clear the road

on either side of the laneways and clear that sidewalk.

- The Red Crescent is pushing for an inquiry.

The Army had no right prescribing off-label performance-enhancing drugs.

- Is that why you were stop- lossed? To keep you far away from the Western media?

Zak would disappear in Iraq.

One more whacked-out soldier in a sea of paranoia.

He'd last a month, maybe two.

- So you brought him here. - I owed him.

He saved my life.

- A church. Uh, maybe the priest will give you sanctuary.

- What? - Sanctuary. You can be safe.

- [Growling] - Okay, pull over!

Stop, stop, stop, stop here. Stop here.

Get out! Come on!

- Okay. - Move! [Zoe moaning in fear]

I'm on my way.

- ♪ Blessed be the name of Jesus ♪ - It don't look good, Father.

Insurgents got us surrounded.

Best sit tight 'til reinforcements come.

- Tell him he's safe here. - You've come to a safe place.

[Gunshots]

- No such thing in this hellhole, sir.

- Please... - Old people are the worst.

You, down! Down!

[Woman moaning] And the kids.

You don't know when it's coming.

These are good people. Please.

- Let's get me some rope, tie 'em up just to be sure.

I said get me some goddamn rope! [Siren sounding] - Four more guys.

- The tactical team has contained the area, and the snipers are in position.

[Siren sounding]

- [Mic feedback] - Corporal Metski.

The girl you've taken hostage is my daughter,

Zoe Kessler!

I'm going to call you now on her phone.

[Speed-dialing beeps]

[Cell phone ringing]

What the hell is that?

What the... [Ringing] - Answer it.

Shut up! Shut up.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Dad? That you? - [I'm Major Mike Kessler.]

- Major? Major! Me and a priest is holed up with a couple of prisoners.

[We're surrounded, sir. You gotta get us out.] - Listen to me, Corporal.

You're not in Iraq. [The girl you've taken prisoner, her name is Zoe.]

- [She's been trying to help you.] - That's bullshit!

- Do you remember leaving the hospital with Lieutenant Davies?

- Ute the Lieut? Ute the Lieut? - [You swam across the river and we picked you up.]

[Who is this? Who is this?]

Stop messing with my head!

- Is there anything you need? Water maybe?

- [Soda?] - Are you outta your mind, man?

I need... I need evac in here, man!

I need... I need guns in here!

I need them now!

Sir, they, they got us surrounded.

[Boy crying] Shut up! Shut up! Shut...

UP!!!

- My name's Sergeant Jackson. Do you know where you are?

Sergeant?

- About goddamn time, man! - I'm here to get you out.

Okay, okay.

You bring... You bring reinforcements?

- Yeah, they're outside, securing the perimeter.

Ah... ah...

If you're a sergeant,

where's your goddamn stripes, huh?

This isn't Iraq.

Get on the ground.

- Put your hands on your head. - Let the kid go. - I SAID GET DOWN!

What're you trying to pull, man?

- What the hell is this? - He's right.

- Let Felipe go. - Felipe?

- My altar boy. [Fake laugh]

All due respect, Father,

you don't know shit about them kids.

- He's ten years old. He needs his mother.

- You... You're not the father.

You bastard, what'd you do with him?

- Get down! Get down! - Stop it! Stop it!

We're not your enemies! [Wailing]

Shut up! Shut up!

[Gunshot]

[Radio conversation in the background] - On my signal...

- Wait! - Hold fire!

Are you okay?

- Is anybody hurt? We're good. We're good.

- Hold fire - there's more!

- Gray, talk to me - what's going on in there?

How many more?

You only shot a statue, okay?

You haven't hurt anyone, not yet.

Oh no?

- You're sick. You need help.

- God accepts all that you are...

...and he forgives all that you've done.

Wait! We can help you!

- You don't know. - God does.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. [Gunshot]

[Radio conversation in the background]

[Priest praying in a Romance language]

- [Zoe crying] - Zoe.

Okay, let's go. Let's get you outta here.

Your father's on his way.

You're sure about this?

With all the press,

I figure I can say some things people might actually hear.

- Hey, Boss, General Davies just pulled up.

General Davies,

this is Major Kessler.

- General. - Major.

I want to thank you for apprehending the deserters.

- I'm sure the General would like to see his son.

Bring Lieutenant Davies.

Sir.

Remove the prisoner.

[Handcuffs clicking]

What about the other one - Harvey?

- We'll be detaining Private Harvey.

Excuse me?

- He was a material witness to the 'unfortunate incident.'

- Now look here, Major - - Apparently Corporal Metski

was prescribed an off-label medication that rendered him unstable.

A word, General?

Corporal Metski

held Major Kessler's daughter at gunpoint.

It might be wise to drop the matter

of Private Harvey, sir.

- Corporal Metski's actions were regrettable, but his alone.

He was a disturbed and violent young man,

unfit for a career in the United States military.

Major.

- And I thought the P.M. was a hardass.

- You'll meet every week with your immigration officer until your hearing.

If you fail to show, we'll issue a warrant for your arrest.

- Yes, sir. - Not even Miss Castle will be able to help you then.

- Got everything? - Uh, like what? These aren't even my clothes.

[Sighing]

- And that's the last they saw of Decomp.

By tonight, he'll be so deep in the wind his feet won't touch the ground.

[Phone ringing in the background]

- I take it my rifle cleared ballistics.

Which only proves

you used another gun.

Good luck with that.

Sir...

- Is that a rifle? - Can I help you?

- Yeah, I finally got my hands on those surveillance tapes.

CSIS released them to Homicide, who are much easier to deal with.

- What did you find? - Nada.

The office building across from Radman's hotel

was shut up tight - no security, no cleaning staff.

Nobody entered the building from the front, side, or rear within an hour of the shooting.

- Can I see them? - Yeah, sure.

I'll just need your laptop, here.

[Electronic beeps]

- Show me the back entrance at 12:09.

- Okay. [Electronic beeps]

There it is.

That's been doctored.

- What? How do you know that?

This... [Whispering]: Oh, my god!

You were there, weren't you?

- I didn't doctor that tape.

- Well, it's seamless - like, scarily so.

Somebody would have had to find it, remove it,

do a brilliant editing job, and then replace it, all under the eyes of CSIS.

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