There are a couple of agents outside the room where Raqim is being cross-examined. Another guy comes up and advises one of them of something; he then goes into the room, where Raqim is being grilled as to why he went to Uzbekistan. He says it was his "Russia trip," and that he went with friends, post-graduation. He's asked about the Islamic League of Allston; the guy who came into the room quietly speaks to Ron. Raqim indicates that it used to be his mosque. Ron and another agent talk to someone at the door, who tells them: "We found him." Ron asks where. The answer: "Germany." Ron takes off with that guy; the other agent turns around and announces, "Mr. Ali: you're free to go." Raqim says, "Thank you." Everyone leaves. Leo sits motionless in his chair. Raqim is almost out the door when he stops and turns: "You know what, Mr. McGarry?" He walks back over to Leo: "You have the memory of a gypsy moth. When you and the President and the President's daughter and about a hundred other people -- including me, by the way -- were met with a hail of .44-calibre gunfire in Rosslyn, not only were the shooters white...they were doing it because one of us wasn't." Big frickin' word to Raqim. He leaves. ["To kick the shit out of a printer. Go Raqim!" -- Wing Chun] Leo looks like the complicated, 3-D, million-shades-of-grey nature of the problem is starting to penetrate him.