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that she was cooperating

with Federal agents.

No. No.

That's... I'm sorry.

You're mistaken, Brother Fareed.

I'm not mistaken.

We have a source inside the FBI.

Well then your source is mistaken.

There's... No. She would never do that.

I've known this woman for years.

Show Samir to his room please.

Omar and I need to talk alone.

Yeah, but he's an integral part

of our mission, Fareed.

Yes. But going to see the woman

has put us in jeopardy.

Oh, come on, man.

Who amongst us

hasn't faced temptation?

This isn't about temptation, Omar.

It's about security.

Leave aside your friendship

for just one moment,

my brother, and think.

Think sensibly.

What if he did it deliberately, huh?

Unfortunately his actions

have left us with a doubt.

And what does that mean?

We eliminate all doubts.

Ml5 has recovered some files

from a hard drive

in Nathir's London safe house.

One of them has a record

of an operation...

Risala Shukra Al-hiba.

Where have I heard that before?

Our phone intercept.

Your intercept only picked up

the first part of the code name.

The date of the attack

is in the full name. Leyla?

"Risala" means "message,"

"Shukra" means "thanks"

and "Al-hiba" is "the gift."

So the literal translation is

"Message of thanks for the gift."

Thanksgiving.

Exactly.

That's when they're gonna strike.

In two days time.

What about the target?

Well, we found traces

of Semtex in the vehicle

Horn abandoned in Chicago.

But that was purchased

in California a month ago.

And he could have been distributing bombs

right across the entire country by now.

We'll raise the threat level.

Double up protection on bridges,

airports, monuments, the White House.

Sir, I would also suggest that we place Horn

on the high-value target list, too.

He killed a good man.

You're not going to get

any objections from us.

- You let me win, Omar.

- No.

No, I swear.

You've gotten better, my friend.

Please, don't bullshit me.

You beat me enough times

for me to know when you're throwing a game.

Fareed has made up his mind.

Sorry.

It's not your fault.

I did this.

We're only men, my friend.

I have a girl in Paris, Samir.

Beautiful. Beautiful.

She thinks I'm a music producer.

You know, it's true what they say.

War is the lesser jihad.

To overcome temptation,

to live rightly,

that is the great jihad.

And is that what we've been doing?

You ever ask yourself that?

Sometimes.

But Nathir is the leader.

And my duty is to follow.

Come, let's pray.

We've just received word

from our source in Washington.

It appears you're on

the high-value target list.

What is that?

What does that mean?

It means I owe you an apology, Samir.

That means that the American government

has put a fatwa on you.

They want you dead.

Hang on. This is...

The system's running really slow.

We need to get back on the road

and make it to Halifax by tonight.

Halifax?

They will be looking for us

big time after tomorrow.

We'll be cruising

across the ocean by then.

All of us.

Computer's frozen.

What?

Jeez, I gotta reboot the whole thing.

- What do you mean?

- Good God.

- I gotta get some coffee.

- No, no, no. You stay here.

I'll get it.

Make sure you get

the numbers exactly right.

I want each person

on the road at the same time.

Got it.

That's it.

- Done?

- Yeah, we're good.

Let's go.

Aah.

You've got to be shitting me.

The U.S. is going to be attacked today

and we just arrived at the ass-end of Canada.

- Roy Clayton?

- Yeah.

This fax came for you.

What is it?

The county records for the two

State Department employees

killed at the consulate bombing in Nice.

Well, these people died as infants.

Wait a sec.

These deaths are fake.

Yeah.

A few dozen ships in port right now,

but only these five are scheduled

to head out today.

All right, all these ships

are destined for U.S. ports

except for this one...

The Ivory Star.

- It's a tanker registered out of Aden.

- Yemen?

- That's gotta be it.

- That's gotta be it.

You want to board her, we'll need

an official request from the FBI in Washington.

We go through HQ, this information's

gonna get leaked right back.

Wait a minute.

Customs can search any ship that it wants

if it thinks it has drugs on board, right?

You have any friends left

in Narcotics?

We'll soon find out.

Good to see you.

Welcome, my friend.

This is going to be a great day.

It's almost time.

The Americans love to brag about

how their government represents the people.

So we should accept that every American

shares equal responsibility

for their government's crimes.

Nobody is innocent.

We're leaving harbor soon, Emir.

We have to stay below decks for a while.

What's the matter with you?

Uh, I'm getting a little seasick.

I think I need to take some air.

May I, Emir?

- You're the head of security, brother?

- Yes, sir.

And how many men in your detail

guarding the Emir?

Seven crew members.

Don't worry. We're certainly safe.

Sh*t. Nothing.

I think he's leading us

on a goose chase.

That was the harbor master.

There's one more ship

going into international waters today.

Cargo carrier headed for Marseilles.

Which one is it?

Samir?

Wait, brother.

Think of your duty to...

Omar! Omar! Omar!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Listen to me!

What have you done, Samir?

- I didn't come here to kill you, Omar.

- You are a traitor!

No! Nathir was the traitor.

Fareed was the traitor.

They betrayed Islam!

No! I don't want to listen to you!

- I'm gonna kill you, Samir!

- It doesn't matter.

I was dead as soon

as I stepped foot on this ship.

But I had to stop them.

I had to stop this...

What the hell are you talking about?

You haven't stopped sh*t!

Thirty buses are going to explode!

Allahu Akbar!

What are you doing?

Who are you?

- Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar.

- Why are we on the same bus?

What the hell are you doing?

I put them all on the same bus.

No. No, that can't be.

I saw you give them the bombs.

I saw the e-mails.

I changed the e-mails, Omar.

It's over.

I put my trust on you.

I thought you were my brother!

Omar.

Omar.

I am your brother.

They used you, Omar.

They used me, too.

All of them.

They used us for our faith.

Drop your weapon!

Omar. Omar!

Hold your fire. Hold your fire!

Samir?

Samir, where's Nathir?

Hang in there, Samir.

Call a paramedic.

It'll be okay.

Samir.

You wanna take a ride and talk?

We can talk right here.

Good to see you up and about.

Didn't know if you'd make it.

How's the shoulder?

I'll live.

I don't suspect

anybody's said this to you,

but this country owes you

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