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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 hot shot.

this story I heard of a captain of a top secret squad of elite commandos. That's

Mike Kessler. Andrew Mannering. This man witnessed a terrible event.

He was ordered by his superior 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. I forget what he had seen.

He went off the rails, had a breakdown.

He slipped through my fingers once, I'm not going to let it happen again.

Rodman gets asylum in exchange for testifying against a bigger fish.

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

You'll 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 Briar Tuck and Little John and all the rest of your band of merry men.

Your behavior has become erratic. Leave Vlatko Radman alone.

We'll be stripped of office and tried for treason.

The first black man to drown in this river.

I checked illegal border crossings for top of our job description.

Just tell your people to hand over my prisoners and you can go back to a dry

bed. Coast Guard picked them up on our side of the river. That makes them our

prisoners.

Lieutenant Ulysses Grant Davies, 1st Battalion, 64th Regiment. Corporal

Zachariah Metzke, 1st Battalion, 64th Regiment.

Private First Class Gordon Harvey, 1st Battalion Combat Team, 34th Infantry.

At ease.

our contract with the United States Army. We came to Canada as refugees from

policy of stop -loss.

I'll put on some coffee.

Tear the place apart.

I'll take a bit.

You do have a warrant.

Back it down to the last comma.

Naming you as the suspect in Rodman's murder.

Authorizing me to search for the weapon.

Give 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?

A lot of heat for some guys low on the military food chain. Yeah, you special

some way we should know about?

Well... Actually, man, we were heroes.

Heroes? We were running away.

Oh, we did our time, sir.

Private Harvey here was awarded the Purple Heart.

Yeah, Lieutenant Davies has got a Purple Heart and a Silver Star, and, well, I

got two Purple Hearts and a Silver Star, so I guess that made me the winner now,

doesn't it?

You got vending machines?

I could really use a Twinkie.

Oh, dude, I don't think they have those up here.

the detention of these three American soldiers.

on the storm?

It's a new underground railroad.

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

That's illegal, Zoe.

Well, so is the army trying to stop the loss of soldiers who finished their

contract. Those soldiers should have read the fine print.

They could be forced to serve as long as the war continues.

So that's what, the next 20 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.

You think this is about you?

Isn't it?

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

is in my blood. At the moment, it's outside my parking lot. Would you rather

didn't give a shit?

Actually, yes, I would.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have political exiles and torture victims to

persecute.

Hello, Major.

Agent Lagarda.

These are the extradition papers for Lieutenant Davies, Corporal Metzke, and

Private Harvey.

You must really want these boys.

Not me, the Army. I have orders to return them to Fort Dix for court

They could get five years' military prison.

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

It's not for us to decide.

Well, your soldiers have applied for refugee status.

Entitled to a hearing.

Done this dance before.

I think we both know how it's going to end.

Looks like our deserters have made themselves at home.

Is it just me or are they like 12 years old?

They're moving down the hallway.

Were you guys in the same unit?

No, sir.

We were all in B -DAD, but they were in Jemima and I was in Center City.

Yeah, we met in group.

Group?

Therapy. Lincoln Army Hospital, Ohio.

Yeah, we're all whack jobs, can't tell.

That shit crazy.

Post -traumatic stress.

Good night, man.

I figured, you gotta be crazy trying to swim across the Niagara Gorge.

Yeah, that was some seriously messed up shit.

This war's crazy, not us.

L .T.'s in denial.

I'm sad, really.

Face, you are a beautiful cycle freak. Back it up, go.

Is that an order, sir?

Hey, you wanna ease up?

Like I said, it's 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. Well, this just keeps getting

better. They deserve a hearing, Minister.

All right, fine.

Just get this done quickly before things get out of control, okay?

I think you want to see this.

General Ralph Davies.

Four stars.

One of the big boys.

This morning at 0100 hours, my son, Lieutenant Ulysses Grant Davies, was

arrested by Canadian authorities after deserting his post and crossing

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

and the enlisted men with him are prosecuted to the fullest extent of the

military.

This country asks no more of him than countless of us. 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.

You see? Now that'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

claims.

They're not going to help.

He's upstairs with Agent Manoring.

Manoring's upstairs?

Apparently he's taken over an office.

I

was

woken up this morning by a battering ram at my door.

Agent Bannering searched my apartment.

What did he find?

Nothing.

My old army -issued sniper rifle.

That's not nothing.

It hasn't been fired.

But Agent Manor was convinced I shot Rodman.

Well?

Didn't you?

No.

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 too risky to set Rodman

free. On the contrary.

They're furious he got killed.

And I've been officially reprimanded.

I did not shoot Rodman.

Someone else was up on that roof.

Only three people knew where he'd be tonight.

Mannery, 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.

Everybody just calls me decomp.

As in decompensate?

It means fall apart.

Oh, okay. Well, I've done plenty of that, I guess. But no, they call me

because 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, you know, worked like 19 hours straight.

Picked up, bagged, and tagged over 2 ,300 body parts.

Chunks of flesh, eyeballs, heads, Iraqis, soldiers, who knew?

Even bagged some guys' 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 guys in a Hummer, no armor.

I .E. don't get you.

You're a sniper, babe.

You were Sean.

Yeah, I took one in the hip.

Supposed to be my million -dollar wound.

Keep me stateside.

But you got stop -lossed.

Yep. I got my orders in physio.

Active duty extended two years.

Shrink was all worried and shit, said he couldn't do nothing about it. Yeah,

because they were stop -lossing other head cases, too.

Because nobody's saying signs up anymore when the government is too chicken shit

to start up a draft.

19 years old.

You sound sympathetic.

This kid did everything we asked.

I'm more.

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?

Agent Manoring.

Major.

You must ask me a few questions.

I've sequestered an officer while I investigate the role of ICS into the

shooting. I'll try not to be too disruptive.

Agent Manoring.

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

Cease his answers to Ottawa.

Agent Lagarda.

If news of Rodman's death leaks out, it will embarrass both of our countries.

And that's why I'm investigating the death of one John Doe, whose unclaimed

is lying in the mall.

And how do you explain Cease's spending resources on a John Doe?

Just a hunch it has something to do with national security.

Detective Jackson?

What did Manering 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 towards Rodman, whether you

expressed any homicidal intent.

What'd you say?

I told him that your response to the situation seemed at all times rational

proportionate to the danger Rodman posed.

Thank you.

No problem.

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

What, are you running with a gang?

No. That is like using my brain on that death metal, you know, like, cool.

They would have called that, like, headbanger music back in your day.

In my day.

Sorry, ma 'am.

You served under Lieutenant Davies.

You mean lieutenant?

You the lieutenant?

Oh, yeah.

Only officer I ever met would know his ass from his face.

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

Yeah, Purple Hearts is easy.

He's got to be stupid enough to get nailed.

Or brave enough.

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

few hundred soccer balls to the local kids.

What kid don't like soccer, right?

Only thing is, these balls show up, they all flat as pancakes. Ain't nobody got

any pumps to pump them up.

Brilliant. Yeah.

So my CO, he's another real genius.

Well, he tells us to hand them out anyway.

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

As his one boy, eight years old, he's about... Maybe he must have really loved

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

So, how'd you get your silver star?

That's no big deal. Me and Lieutenant Davies, we was checking some back

you know.

Stumbled upon a nest of insurgents.

I got Lieutenant Davies clear.

Caught in the grid.

Patches come in and pretty much level that place.

That's about all she wrote till 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 stuff last order?

I'd done my four years.

Wasn't right, I guess.

You guess?

You'd said I shouldn't go back.

You'd said.

Why are you just looking out for me?

You didn't want to desert the army.

Psychologically vulnerable.

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

It's not so bad over there.

Might be grounds for reduced sentence.

All the time.

Now 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 Davis is just looking out for me is all.

He's smarter than I am.

Lieutenant Davis got a lot to answer for.

I agree.

Hey, you got a minute?

Come here, Mick. quick.

Yeah, Manoring's going after you.

Really? I wouldn't stop pushing.

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

I hope you were honest with him.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I think I used the words threesome and Mrs. Manoring in the same sentence.

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

I already told Manoring I was alone that night.

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

State your full name and rank.

Lieutenant Ulysses Grant Davies, 1st Battalion, 64th Regiment, 2 -1 -2 -0 -0

-8 -1 -4.

I'll take over here.

Thank you, Major Kessler. Sergeant Harani?

You thought you managed to fight 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 called the cop.

Prison will destroy him.

I didn't want him to come.

He cut wind of our plans. I couldn't stop him. And Corporal Metzke.

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.

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

I care.

Just one condition.

Zach and DCOM stay here and go free.

Okay.

No dice.

The Pentagon wants all three of them. They say cutting a deal would encourage

other stop -loss soldiers to head north.

They won't proceed with the refugee claims.

They seemed especially interested in Corporal Metzke.

Not Lieutenant Davies.

The Pentagon's pissed, Mike.

They don't understand a delay.

Let's call due process.

Bone Castle.

It's Mike.

I have a couple of refugee climates 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.

Get this over to head office process, please.

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

You can wait here.

Yes, sir.

It's a bright kid you got there.

You might try being a little less patronizing.

Actually, I was looking for advice on refugee law.

Is that child raising?

Just as well, because that child's raised.

I gather she filled you in on the background of this case.

Mm -hmm. And I told her there's never been a successful refugee claim for a

deserter on the basis of stop -loss.

What about post -traumatic stress?

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

Thanks.

It's an angle worth pursuing.

But first we've got to get him out of lockup.

That's not going to happen.

They're an obvious flight risk.

So what? They languish in detention for the next year?

These boys are war heroes. They're not terrorists.

The case is being fast -tracked. The Pentagon wants this 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.

Um, well...

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?

Let's kiss.

What did you do?

He wants to know where you were last Thursday night. He says he's

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?

Well, Private Harvey's no problem. He's the army grunt on the mortuary affairs

detail in Baghdad. These other two guys are locked up tighter than a fish's

butt.

Agent Slick?

Hey!

Uh, why don't you go grab one of your, uh, macrobiotic lerpies or whatever foul

-tasting herbal brew you subsist on.

How's it going with the footage from Rodney's hotel?

Uh, Mandarin's still sitting on it, but, uh, I'm not giving up.

Go ahead.

Hey.

I gotta ask. No, you don't. No, because, you know, there's stuff I can do. You

know, trucks and tricks to cover your tracks. Just give me the footage.

Let go!

Let go!

Let go!

Let go!

Let go!

Let go! Let go!

Let go! Let go!

Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go!

Let go!

Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go!

Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go!

Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go!

Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go!

Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go!

Remove the cuffs.

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

database, which is how I know that Corporal Methke 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 her.

He also said that he called in a fire mission and they pretty much flattened

place. So?

The Red Crescent bombing in Baghdad, the one that took out that hospital.

And killed British aid workers.

Yeah, three aid workers, two Iraqi doctors, 11 Iraqi children.

That bombing took place at 1120 hours, March 12, 2008,

in the Al -Mansur section of Baghdad.

There's no nest of insurgents.

Corporal Metzke called in the coordinates of a hospital.

I wonder if the Pentagon wants them back.

You know the processing can take hours, right?

I want these guys to know they got friends.

Oh, I think they know.

They all over us. It's okay, bud. They go.

Did this? Let's get you back up now.

I'm right here. I'm right here.

You lying.

Get us the shot.

I'm fine. Look at me.

Horrible. You put down that weapon. Shut the hell up.

PTSD. That is full -blown psychosis.

North on Winslow.

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

What drug?

Modafinil. It's a wake -up drug that's supposed to turn exhausted troops into

super soldiers.

You mean feet?

Only better. Non -addictive, minimal side effects, unless you're already

unstable like Zach, in which case it can turn you into a paranoid maniac.

Go right, go right.

Turn, turn.

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 you ordered the bombing of a Red Crescent hospital?

A sniper shot me in the leg. I wouldn't play that if it weren't for Zack.

One.

One sniper.

Yeah.

But Zack saw him everywhere.

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

They're coming!

Come on! Come on, me!

We can't help you!

Zach! We can't 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 Zach know what he did?

He's been told, but whether he's taken it in... Obviously, on some level, he

did. You can't just keep driving forever.

Shut up! Shut up!

Clear the road on either side of the laneway. Clear that sidewalk.

The Reds questioned his pushing for an inquiry.

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

Is that where you were stopped last? To keep you as far away as possible from

the Western media?

Zach had disappeared in Iraq.

One more whacked out soldier in a sea of paranoia.

It lasted months, maybe two.

So you brought him here.

I owed him.

He saved my life.

Church, maybe the priest will give you sanctuary.

What? Sanctuary. You can be safe.

Okay, pull over.

Stop, stop, stop, stop here.

Stop.

Get out. Come on.

Okay.

Pull over.

I'm on my way.

Blessed be the name of Jesus. Don't look no good, Father.

The church has got us surrounded.

There's a time to reinforce this company. Tell him he's safe here.

He's come to a safe place.

What was I saying in this owl hole, sir?

Please. Old people are the worst.

You, down, down.

I'm a kid.

I don't know when it's coming.

These are good people.

Please.

Let's get me some rope.

Tie him up just to be sure.

I said get me some goddamn rope.

They don't touch.

The tactical team have contained the area and the sniper's ready to position.

We're from this gate.

The girl you've taken hostage is my daughter, Zoe Kessler.

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

What the hell is that?

What the... Answer it. Shut up.

Shut up.

Is that you?

I'm Major Mike Kessler.

Major! Major!

Me and the priest sold up with a couple of prisoners.

We're surrounded, sir. You've got to 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.

This is bullshit!

You remember leaving the hospital with Lieutenant Davies?

You flew.

You flew.

You swam across the river and we picked you up. What is this?

What is this?

Stop messing with my head.

Is there anything you need? Water, maybe?

Soda. What do you mind, man?

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

I need them now.

Sergeant Scott, they got us surrounded.

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 reinforcements?

Yeah, they're outside securing the perimeter.

If you're a sergeant, where's your goddamn stripes, huh?

Hey, this isn't Iraq.

Get on the ground.

Put your hands on your head. Hey, let the kid go. I said get down!

You're trying to pull, man.

What the hell is this?

He's right.

Let Felipe go.

Felipe? An altar boy.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

All due respect, father.

You don't know shit about them kids.

Ten years old, he needs his mother.

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!

Shut up! Shut up!

Wait! Hold fire!

Are you okay?

Has anybody heard?

We're good, we're good.

Hold fire, there's more!

Ray, 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!

Would that help you?

You don't know.

God does.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry.

Father's on his way.

You 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.

Move the prisoner.

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 Metzke was prescribed an off

medication that rendered him unstable.

Award, General.

Corporal Metzke held Major Kessler's daughter at gunpoint.

It may be wise to drop the matter of Private Harvey.

Yes, sir.

Corporal Metzke's actions were regrettable, but his love...

a disturbed and violent young man unfit for a career in the United States

military.

Major.

I thought the PM was a hard ass.

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

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?

Like what? These aren't even my clothes.

And that's the last they saw of Decomp.

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

I'd taken 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.

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

What did you find?

Nada. The office building across from Robbins 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 need your laptop here.

Show me the back entrance at 1209.

Okay.

There it is.

That's being doctored.

What?

How do you know that?

Well, it's seamless.

Like, scarily so.

Somebody would have had to find it, remove it, do a brilliant editing job,

then replace it all under the eyes of thesis.