All language subtitles for The Border s01e08 Enemy Contact

Previously on The Border.

Some girls prefer the hijab. Did you
wear one?

Please. I was deep into grudge.

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

country?

Dr.

Gorman recommends that you see somebody
three times a week.

I'm taking out of the field. That's duty
only.

Sergeant Romano and Corporal Hoban have
been meeting with tribal elders in the

village of Makwan, 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 Cuthbert.

Passports, please.

There you go.

That's a pretty good fake.

Rajab Khan.

That's the guy whose call was
intercepted.

Could you reveal your face, please?

My wife called for religious reasons.

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

Thank you.

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

Why? Is there something wrong?

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. Thank you. Enjoy your
stay. Thank you.

Target approaching Toronto East down on
the Queenie. Well, we'll let them arrive

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

We can't wait too long. The call CFE
intercepted referred to an imminent

Oh, and I have so enjoyed the last four
imminent events.

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.

Boost, you see anything?

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

What does Jesus know about the house?

It's owned by a numbered company
registered to be Mohammed Khan.

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, it's the mystery
family, Jamal Tahir, and two other men.

I'd like you to make the arrests.

Go, horseman.

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, CSIF has no powers of
arrest.

For that, we depend on our sister
agencies.

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

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

properly. Shut up. When the sight goes
back, it's gonna break your thumb. Shut

up! You look so easy in the movie.

You idiot.

It was textbook.

They'll pull out the bullet, it'll be
good as new. He's no good to me in

surgery. He might just as well have
killed the bastard.

Good shot.

Escort the other prisoners back to the
FPS.

Mannering wants to interrogate them.
Mannering?

Whatever it takes to prevent a terrorist
attack.

Hello again.

Uh, boss, can I see you a minute?

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

You brought a baby in here?

What would you suggest?

If we put it into cells with its mother,
it'd be interrogated by mannering? It?

His passport said he was male. And am I
to understand that now thesis has

started interrogating prisoners at ICF?
The target and two known jihadists.

There's a fourth man in hospital.

And Lady Madonna over there?

Mannering doesn't think a burka -clad
nursing mother is likely to know much of

value. Well, she's got ears under there
just like the rest of us. She could have

overheard their plans.

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

Whoa, whoa. Exactly what provision did
you have in mind?

Children's aid.

If these people really are terrorists,
we'd be putting the 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 ever 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 CSC intercepted referred to an
imminent event.

In the past few years, the U .S.,
England, Scotland, Spain, and Australia

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 a while.

We just need to ask you a few questions.

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

Come.

Come.

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

I'm guessing that's false.

It might comfort him to hear his real
name.

Right then.

Missouri it is.

Come.

There.

This way, please.

Go ahead.

It's okay.

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
faith 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 feet 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

Canada to immediately withdraw all of
its troops from Afghanistan.

What's that?

Her mother's deaf.

That's signed for I love you.

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

Identification photos must reveal the
ears.

Jamal Dahir's blog takes itself pretty
seriously.

Blood of the Lamb, Poison Spires of
Western Decadence. Guy's in serious need

a hug.

Anything specific?

Yeah, pictures of dead Afghan and Iraqi
children.

Guy wants to carry on the work of the
Toronto 11.

Keystone 11's more like it. Those guys
were such amateurs.

You and Al -Qaeda had to start
somewhere.

What are those, mats?

Union Station, Subway, CN Tower.

It's like they had trouble making up
their minds.

Some kind of calendar.

The Islamic calendar is lunar.

The holy days shift by about 11 days
every year.

What's this one?

Ashura. That honors the martyrdom of
Muhammad's grandson.

That's today.

The blog's got five regular
contributors.

Jamal Dahir and the other guy we caught
are doing the downward dog for mannering

upstairs. The IP addresses for the other
three are surprisingly elusive.

We need to find them. Look for bank
accounts.

Correspondence. These guys are pretty
savvy.

Probably store their data online and use
public access computers.

They're almost impossible to trace.

Got the fingerprint.

Good. Check that against their 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

to understand.

You know that jails at 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. Yep.

Maggie or I should question the
prisoner. She doesn't want to expose her

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 you'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 to
immediately withdraw all of its troops.

This prisoner doesn't want to 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, is it burga? Is that what it's

called?

That's Afghan, right?

It's got hot as hell under there.

No vitamin D.

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

You might want to talk to the prison
doctor.

Do a bone scan.

Maybe get you some calcium supplement.

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. They are
killers.

You don't get it.

Your soldiers are killing our people.
They're defending themselves.

People are all gun crazy.

You got 10 -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're
fighting among yourselves.

Did you wake up in a soft bed?

You had a good breakfast. You drove
yourself to work in your 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

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.

Gray and Darnell sent over a stash of
Jihadist tapes along with detailed

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.

it's Ashura.

Good kid.

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

She's responding.

She mentioned a child losing a leg in a
cluster bomb and Canadians handing out

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.

Oh.

Miss Castle?

Mike.

So, an hour ago, I received a call from
a lovely retired school teacher.

She said a team of ICS officers beat
down the door of the house next door

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
burka with a small baby.

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 you gave me hope.

Yvonne, it is a complicated world.

Right.

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

Where do you drop, Mike?

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

Okay.

If you say so.

Found something.

Funnel.

Physical gloves.

Math.

Powder baby formula.

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

Sealed, but it feels empty.

Could be Afghan heroin.

It's got some sort of false bottom.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't open that.

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 EM on
standby.

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

Weapons -grade anthrax. Whatever
happened to good old -fashioned pipe

You're moving the prisoners.

Well, now that we have something that we
can actually charge them with, we don't

need to trouble you anymore.

The ICS torture chambers are well enough
equipped.

Don't confuse me with those CIA bully
boys.

I draw the line well short of torture.

You blindfolded the husband. He's
remarkably resistant.

What then?

Sensory deprivation, sleep deprivation,
overstimulation. Perfectly legitimate

information -gathering techniques.

We both know you can break a human mind
in three 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 the 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.

The 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.

I killed someone.

A boy. He was an armed terrorist, Layla.
A Muslim.

Good Muslims don't kill anybody, let
alone 15 -year -old boys.

Is my family new?

Are 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.

Hope you take sugar.

Establishing a rapport.

What is that accent? New England?

Bryn Mawr, maybe?

Or Vass, or something like that?

Don't you find it ironic that you, an
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 treat
each other like shit.

Afghanistan, the past, is all we have.

Even in the most primitive villages, we
know our history.

A thousand years back.

Picking Anna 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 do we do to you?

The 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

release. Still no hit on our mystery
woman's fingerprint.

Any luck locating the other jihadists?
I'm working on it. This guy's had some

serious encryption training.

Locate Jamal's boss. Talk to the email.
Maybe he can help us.

Right.

Oh. Hey, I've ID'd the guy that Darnell
shot.

Wathim Oshman.

Canadian citizen.

Born here.

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.

There we go.

My little Pacho.

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 traces of anything
but upper -middle -class New England,

she's adapted very quickly to
surrendering the niqab.

You see, that's the way we used to do
it.

Young mothers nowadays, they bare their
breasts in restaurants and parks and

subways. More power to them.

It's immodest.

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

That crying is calibrated to drive us
wild.

You 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

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 when
they were making their plans.

That was men's business.

Well, then give me some names.

Your name.

for a start.

I can't.

I must serve my husband.

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

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.

and say goodbye.

Too bad.

He's never even going to know his name.

Ishmael.

My son's name is Ishmael.

People, everybody, go on and look at
this.

Hezbi Islami Hakiki denounces the
Canadian government's kidnapping of

Hashmat and his infant son, Ishmael.

If they are not released immediately,
Hezbi Islami Hakiki has no choice but to

publicly behead Corporal Hoban and
myself.

Here's the Islami Hakiki. It's headed by
Sheikh Akhtar Hashmat, an Afghan

warlord affiliated with Al -Qaeda. Last
week, Canadian forces attacked his

compound, killing two of his wives and
all three of his sons.

So he took the soldier's 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, Ishmael, is the last
male.

Of their line.

I hope you're serious about refusing to
negotiate.

This is the real world.

Nothing off the table.

Madam, 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 Sharia law for a wife to
betray her husband.

Your name is a betrayal? That's pretty
self -effacing.

Self.

That's what 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 don't recognize polygamy.

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

Oh, yeah, girls don't count.

We are married under Sharia law.

Well, the two weekend jihadists don't
know anything.

They were told to fast, get their
affairs in order, and await

What about Bashir Hashmet? Hasn't spoken
yet.

But with the minister's permission, I
can't change that.

Torture victims lie, and we do not have
time to waste on bad intelligence.

Excuse me.

The mob star is here. The jihadist imam.

Excuse me.

Thank you for agreeing to speak to us. I
have as much interest in combating

extremism as you do.

I believe Jamil Tahir is a member of
your mosque.

Jamil 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 gangster 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. Um, they're all Toronto

-born kids.

You got any names?

Oh, yeah. Names, photos, addresses,
phone numbers. Insurance numbers.

Do you know these men?

Fahad and Tarhan.

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 it returns.
Keep me posted.

All three suspects are in the wind.

What have we got?

I've pieced together some of the browser
history from the jihadist's computer.

Infiltratex .com.

A jihadist visited the site. More than
once. I love these guys. They explore

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 tape 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 is already underway.

We need police outside every subway
entrance.

EPF of Lauren Young, 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 sensitivity than about the

innocent one she's about to destroy. Her
husband, not him. She's killing them

with her silence.

Who do you work for, Sergeant Harani?
Because right here, right now, you have

choose. It's not fair. There are over 40
,000 people on that subway, including

Muslim women and children.

Your only duty is to them.

Do it.

Oh, no.

40 ,000 people.

Give the baby to Gray.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Thousands of people will die.

It is 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?

Twenty dollar nail polish over the tin?

The only freedom you have here is
freedom to buy.

And what freedom do you have in
Afghanistan?

The only one we find here on Earth.

Surrender our will to Allah.

Allah doesn't will the murder of
innocents.

Her name's Sarai Boyd.

Boyd?

That's Irish.

Irish -American father, Armenian mother.
They were aid workers in Afghanistan.

Aren't you even Muslim?

converted six 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,
no, Soraya. Do not look at her. You look

at your baby. You look at Ishmael. Your
son needs his mother to keep him safe.

Soraya! Soraya, we have no time.

Please, just get him out of there. Where
are they taking the anthrax?

Where are they taking the anthrax,
Soraya?

Come on, Soraya.

Where?

Bloor Station.

Five o 'clock.

That's where Gray took the baby.

They're here.

Suspects are on the platform.

What do you want me to do here? Stay or
go?

Roots and Darnell entering the station.
Stay in position until they arrive.

We can't do this.

My kid sister takes the subway home from
school.

RCS! Hey!

Free! Out of the way!

What the...

Come

on, man, give it up.

It's over.

I don't think so.

Don't shoot. Nobody shoots.

You don't want to do that.

I'm ready to die.

Are you?

Oh, relax.

You know who this is?

Ishmael Hashmat.

You're lying.

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

Shut up. Of course, you're going to be
dead.

Just like the rest of us.

That's right.

USB Islami Hakiki has released the two
Canadian soldiers that were taken

in a village outside Kandahar.

23 -year -old Sergeant Carl Romano and
23 -year -old Corporal Peter Hoban were

released shortly after 3 p .m. local
time.

Yes, Madam Minister.

I'm stuck in town tonight.

Thought I might buy you dinner.

I've got some work to catch up on.

Come on, Mike.

We freed two hostages and saved an
entire city.

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

attack, and I... I deliberately put an
infinite risk.

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.

The Western freedom you abandoned must
look pretty good right now.