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Where are you smiling at?

I'm smiling at you. Previously, on the border.

My dad lost some bets. He got in over his head. I'm sorting it out today.

Today? I need to facilitate someone to escort a shipment across the border.

I don't suppose you could tell me why your agent's meeting with a notorious

drunken enforcer? ICS doesn't answer to Turcotte's solutions.

Or hold on security.

I know my partner. I trust him with my life every day, and he's never let me

down. Agent Liz Carver. And you are? That's our first real date. I want to

to know you.

Good for you. Good cover.

Chircot Solutions has no authority to conduct police actions on public roads.

This idiotic stunt of yours has sabotaged a DHS operation. Oh, no, I

did that.

Take it, Layla.

Or let me tell her the bomb.

Double, huh?

Suspect is one Adriano Pretangelo.

Played in a black SUV.

License number... Try not to move, sir. There's bullet lodged in your shoulder

and we don't want it shifting.

Suspect is armed and extremely dangerous.

We'll tell it slowly where you are.

Don't worry, we'll get it faster.

Thank you.

Where's your off -duty piece?

It's with Fritangelo.

You're suspended from duty pending an investigation at ICF, a role in a

firefight. Frankly, I wouldn't count on coming back any time soon.

How's the boss?

Scheduled for surgery this morning. It's internal bleeding from a bullet

fragment. It's touch and go.

And Carver?

They flew her to Johns Hopkins. She's not expected to make it.

We done here?

That's it?

You just walk out the door and don't look back? You got a better idea?

Yeah. Yeah, you could try explaining why you let your father's gambling debts

sabotage an ICS investigation.

I was trying to save his life.

For God's sake, you're dysfunctional. Family bullshit. Got your father and

partner killed.

Now the boss is in ICU and the press is circling around us like jackals pulling

at a carcass.

Forget it, all right? I'm a piece of shit.

You know what? Just...

Just get out.

I can't even look at you.

You all right?

Hey, most of the time as partners go, you don't completely suck.

Special Counsel Louise Tilden. I'm here to gather evidence for the inquiry.

You can put my things in here.

This is Major Kessler's office. I'm actually working in here. I hope you

disturbed anything.

Excuse me? Computer files, desk drawers, it's all evidence.

We'll base ourselves in here.

We'll use the boardroom for interviews and depositions.

Forensic terrorists should be here soon to start on the computers.

We're in the middle of an investigation here. Well, then, I suggest you wrap it

up quickly.

We're searching for the men who killed Agent Harani.

Who authorized that?

I beg your pardon?

It's a clear conflict of interest.

ICS should be nowhere near that case.

These men killed one of our own.

Well, yes, but we've already... Yes, ma 'am. Of course.

Our job is to stop them leaving the country. The RCMP and the fugitive squad

will do the rest.

You've got to be shitting me. Minister Fleischer could not have been clearer.

Meanwhile, Missy over there is marching around like she owns the place.

Oh, man, look at this.

That left eight people dead and four seriously wounded. The truck carrying

gunman and an arsenal of automatic weapons entered Canada that morning

the Queenston -Louiston Bridge and was driven... Lovely.

So anything yet from the FBI?

No, they're all busy studying accounting so they can figure out the collapse of

Western capitalism. So we've got nothing?

OPP found the Turcotte vehicle in a parking lot in Bolton.

We think Fritangelo took a white sedan from there. Bulletin alert on the car?

Every checkpoint across the country, along with pictures of Fritangelo and

Raffaello. Every car, truck, train, bus, and plane is being searched for

homicidal Italians as we speak. Yeah, we got photos of these guys all over the

news, in the papers, on TV, on the internet. And a buddy of mine at the

Squad started up a tip line.

Yeah, any calls?

Yeah, over 200 and counting, and at least 30 that said they've had long

with Raffaello.

Well, that's a neat trick, considering the man has no vocal cords. Yeah, we

that detail out. It helps green out the crazies.

Okay. Keep up the pressure on the border.

But anything that we find goes straight to the RCMP and the fugitive squad.

I want to take that someplace else. On some kind of path?

Besides, I like this place.

It's public or private, know what I mean?

You are going to do exactly what I require of you.

or I will eviscerate every human being you care about in this world.

This word, eviscerate, you understand it?

Dad?

I think he's awake.

It's been five days.

What?

You had three surgeries.

One bullet nicked your spleen and the other got stuck under your collarbone.

I don't know.

Do you remember what happened?

What year is it? Who's the prime minister? Hey, give the guy a break.

He's on serious drugs.

That's Harry.

I was practically lived here the last five days.

Can't get enough of that hospital food.

Harry.

I see you're still alive and kicking.

Charlotte.

Please don't let me intrude.

Charlotte, please come in.

Charlotte, babe.

My mother, Terry Knight.

How do you do?

Did you have a cup of coffee?

Zoe?

Please. Wild horses, etc.

How's Agent Carver?

Not well, I gather.

Yes.

As far as I can tell, your people made it through.

Except Sergeant Harani, of course.

How are the drugs? Strong enough?

I'll tell you what, they're not being mingy with the narcotics.

I just need to know two things.

Who did this?

And how much would you like him to suffer before he dies?

Michael?

Till we run up, please come into the treatment area till we run up.

Hey, kid.

Ben's all right.

Yeah, what's it to you, mate?

I got what, 300 bucks?

That's some lame trap, miss shit.

I need a cop. Come on, man. I need a gun.

Yeah, we'll do some business. Set you back more than three bills, bro.

Yeah?

Oh, my God!

God!

I want to just take this one.

Two bills is good, man.

FBI finally called. Is that for real? He's got relatives in Etobicoke? Yeah,

mother's cousin.

You think Raphael is a family man?

That's a family business.

Yeah, you join at birth and get a mandatory job for life.

A gang is a cult.

Raphael is an illegal alien. I could argue that puts him in our wheelhouse.

You sure?

Well, we can try for a warrant. The judge can only say no.

Okay.

Hey! What the frack?

Put her down.

Okay. She's very shy.

What's going on here? Our forensic techs will be occupying this area while they

clone your hard drives and acquaint themselves with your information system.

Yeah, well, those systems are calibrated to the slow wave activity of my brain.

We need access to all encrypted files.

You want my passwords?

What's your security clearance?

Level two, same as yours.

These guys are level four tops.

They're all level two. Oh, come on. These guys couldn't make the Best Buy

squad. Look, that one's hand is actually leaking into his pocket.

Honey, your pen is leaking into your pocket.

Please make them go away now.

They're still here.

You got some beautiful flowers from the Ministry of Public Safety.

Want me to read the notes?

Sure.

Nothing sexier than a wounded soldier.

Get well, baby.

Big kisses, Suzanne.

You slept with the cabinet minister?

How's the book you're reading? Just how many women are there?

Mike, you're looking better than I expected.

Don Campbell.

As in the minister of external affairs?

Ah, your daughter. Cute kid. She should keep up.

There was a cabinet shuffle.

Can we have a minute, please, honey?

Sure. Of course.

I came to give you the heads up.

Louise Tilden is pressing hard for a goddamn inquiry.

Has she found anything?

You think she'll tell me?

I'm only Minister of Justice.

She reports to the PMO, don't you know?

Now, Tilden's got to poke her up her ass.

Always has, even as an intern.

She'll probably go after Gray Jackson.

I sure as hell would.

The guy gets in deep to the world's fastest -growing crime mob, and then he

helps smuggle gangsters and weapons across the border?

He was undercover.

He screwed up.

If we're pointing fingers, how about Andrew Mannering?

He and his men crashed into our operation.

He thought he was dealing with a rogue ICS agent.

And if you would bother to brief him... Why would I brief a private security

company about a classified operation?

Turcotte has the mandate to monitor border security whether you like it or

I do not.

ICS let six killers and a truckload of automatic weapons into this country.

Eight people died in the firefight, three more in that motel room.

An ICS agent is dead and a DHS agent is on life support.

It worked.

You know.

Poor kid.

The press is all over this.

Somebody is going to pay.

Either you give up your detective or that somebody will be you.

I need your help, Slade. No.

No, for like 20 good reasons. Look, I know you're pissed.

Believe me, I get it.

Goddamn, this racket. I need you to help me find Layla's killers.

They turned the case over to the RCMP, okay? We're on border patrol.

Shit. I know, right?

Because Layla belonged to us.

No horseman's going to stay up nights monitoring street feeds on the Million

One Chanfield Glimpse of Killers.

Slade, help me out here.

The FBI file on Raffaello Marchese turned up family in the GTA.

We're working on a warrant.

That's all I got.

Nice place.

I'm impressed.

Don't you find it a bit impersonal?

Remember the place he got after the divorce?

We used to call it the barracks.

This is better.

Razor, T -shirt, briefs.

There's no way I'm going in his underwear drawer.

When did he stop wearing boxers?

Probably around the same time he became a major horndog.

What?

The woman you just met, Charlotte.

I'm pretty sure she's a spy. And there's others.

Politicians, lawyers.

Good.

He's moved on.

We both have.

You met someone? Maybe.

It's early days.

I just keep on drinking my friggin' balls.

Why are you always picking on me? Chuck O 'Brien, Darnell Williams.

Hello. I was told you might show up.

I'm supposed to discourage you. She's one of ours. You get that, right? Yeah,

do. He doesn't.

Who are you?

ICF. You've got to be RCMPs.

You are needed.

You got a warrant, pal. Jesus, I don't believe this crap, man.

I've never even met this Raphael. He's your second cousin.

Do you know how many cousins I got in this world?

Just because I'm Italian, I'm supposed to know them all? Actually, as an

engineer, you're supposed to do just that.

So now I'm a mobster.

Isn't that what you call it, racial profiling?

Hey, kid.

How you doing?

What must -see TV do we have on the PBR here?

Bocce Invitation Alley.

And Italian all over. You're a kid from Etobicoke, right? Do you even speak

Italian?

Extra blankets.

How do you decide who gets the bed?

Judging from that black eye, I'm guessing it's not you, huh?

Huh?

What's going on?

Feel that just to walk in here and upset my son. May I see the warrant?

Yeah, sure.

The warrant covers the interior of the main house only. This apartment

constitutes a separate dwelling.

It's the basement. Get the hell out of here and leave my kid alone. Look,

asshole, get out of here.

Hey, Al.

Piece of shit, lawyer.

Relax, we'll have a surveillance team here in an hour.

At what point did you become aware of Detective Jackson's undercover

The morning of the 12th.

The day of the shooting?

Yes. You're a high -ranking ICS agent.

Do they often keep you in the dark that way? This was a need -to -know case that

was very sensitive.

Because it was so high -risk?

Because Ndrangheta has informants inside law enforcement.

Do you recognize this stamp?

Shows that a truck's cargo has been pre -screened and can pass safely through

customs. And you control the stamp?

In this office? I do.

And how was it Detective Jackson got a hold of it?

It was on my desk when I left it unattended. It didn't occur to me that

Who are you?

I'm the guy that's going to mess you up unless you tell me where to find your

cousin.

What, are you going to shoot me?

Not at that. He might when he finds out you're a tweaker.

I found this taped under the wheel well of your car.

Somebody put it there.

You better start talking, kid.

No way.

I can't.

Where? Stay on the house. We're on our way.

What's up? They spotted Gray's car.

Where? Two blocks from the Gelanese house.

Jeez.

You do it as a win -win.

Meth goes away, you get rid of a really bad roommate.

Did find out?

Not from me.

Come on, kid, grow some stones. Now you're not some scared little peasant

from Calabria.

You're an old Canadian metalhead.

What's this?

Beavers.

That's classy.

That's mine.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure they don't let you in before puberty.

Get your hands on your head.

Get down.

The agent you trapped in that hotel room, she was my partner.

The old man was my father.

This is for them.

We need them alive.

They're only in need of their potential.

Move it, asshole.

You gonna run me in?

On what charge?

Assault with a deadly weapon.

What weapon?

Have you seen him?

Okay, look.

We have you on the security tapes. We know you blew up that motel room.

You killed a federal agent. Hey!

Look at me! Look at me, you piece of shit!

Have you seen Fratangelo?

Are you even human?

No vocal cords.

Bet he can't read or write.

No emotion that I can find. Basically, he's a block of wood.

We're going to have to turn him over to the RCMP.

I say we execute the bastard and drop his body on the lake.

I asked Charlotte to join us.

If we unsettle him enough, we might be able to reach his responses to yes and

questions.

If not you, we won't.

You just obey your master like a big, vicious, very stupid dog.

Your master does kill.

And you salivate.

He kicks you.

And you beg for more.

Do you know where he is? Are you in touch with him?

Nice doggy.

I bet you'd just love to mount him.

You alright?

Yeah. I'm afraid this interview's over.

According to the Frank Eggman system of facial action coding, the truth can be

found in the expressions that flicker across all our faces, regardless of age,

race, or gender.

There. See that?

Furrowed lip.

Raised brow.

That's when I asked him where Fratangelo was.

For the fear.

Yeah. I don't think he's afraid of us.

Paola's been in touch with Fratangelo. What have you got for my cell phone?

Nada. It's locked.

Thanks to our Spanish inquisitrix, I can't access my encryption -breaking

software. The RCMP's on its way. We have to hand over the phone. Well, I could

copy it. I just can't open it.

Maybe you should have that.

Yeah, because a grade three hockey trophy is a real checkmate.

Good. Yeah.

Apartment 26, knock yourself out.

Well, the phone was only used twice. One outgoing, one incoming, both local. The

outgoing was to Cousin Carmine, and the incoming was from a disposable cell

phone. For Tangela.

Disposable phones aren't registered to anyone. They're untraceable. But the new

ones have GPS.

So even if the phone's turned off, it might be able to use the phone number to

track its location. I will need your security code.

Hey.

Dead man walking.

State your name and position for the record.

Detective Sergeant Gray Jackson, currently under suspension from ICS.

And you were the partner of Sergeant Layla Harani?

I was.

There is no 94, Morland. It's just an alleyway.

Tell them to call the phone.

Did you hear that? Call the phone.

It's like he disposed of his disposable phone.

Anything else?

Pulled out a pizza.

You set him up.

They told his bookies to run him a tab. They figured if they had my father, then

they had me.

And did they?

By the time I put it together, there was a mob war underway. So I went to

Kessler, told him I was working at Undercover.

You lied. Pretty much, but these Andrangina guys had to go. I figured I

take them down.

But you were in over your head.

Big time.

And your boss, who should have been supervising you, was missing in action.

But no, no.

He shouldn't have let you meet Fratangelo alone.

He didn't have a choice. You should have put your father in protective custody.

He didn't know about it.

What's going on here?

I'm the one who lied, all right?

All the shit, the bomb, the shootings, people getting killed, it's all on me.

I'm not your priest, detective.

What? Not a forum for you to work off your guilt. It's an investigation into

truth. The truth?

You don't want the truth. You want something to use against Kessler. I

we're done here.

ICF. We're looking for an illegal.

Seen this guy?

Nope.

Facial action code?

Whoa! Back up. Hands on your head.

Step away from the bar.

Let's see what we have here.

My lawyer's gonna love this.

One -starred -off shotgun?

Switchblade?

The passport.

Hey, Jack.

Yeah, I think I got something for you.

90 Moreland.

Romano School Hall?

Yeah. Okay.

Oh, Tally.

Look for men?

No.

Bertangelo.

I've already got the press crawling up my ass.

This Romano creep's a respected member of the community. Claims ICS trampled

rights by conducting a search without a warrant?

He had a sawed -off shotgun.

You had no business being there.

If phony passport is not ICS business, then please tell me what the hell is.

know he's threatening a lawsuit?

He's also aiding and abetting a vicious killer. And thanks to your illegal

search and seizure, he'll probably get away with it. Wait, you let him go?

Bell was set at 10 ,000. The judge wasn't happy.

Shit. From now on, you go nowhere near this case.

The future of ICS is hanging on the slenderest of gossamer threads.

One more PR screw -up, I will personally shut you down.

Gray?

Dr. Stein, oncology. Dr.

Stein, oncology.

Hey.

Hello there.

Mike, I've heard rumblings.

That's my stomach after eight days on an IV drip.

They say ICS could soon be gone.

Folded into border services and the RCMP.

Major Kessler?

Special Counsel Louise Tilden. I was hoping I could get your statement.

Not without a lawyer present.

You are a lawyer.

Not the kind you need.

Can we proceed?

No, let's do it.

So the fake passport showed for Tangelo with a beard.

Romano. Isn't this in a pool hall on Mormon?

Yeah, yeah. Keep walking, eh?

Parabolic mics. They can't track moving targets.

Nobody's listening, Sly. Nobody gives a shit. Yeah, well, they care enough to

order us off the case.

What? We're completely shut out.

This is me.

Hi.

How's Carver?

Still no change.

Detective Jackson had infiltrated a hot car import operation, acting as a dirty

ICS agent with gambling debts.

It wasn't an act, though, was it?

I was posing as a buyer for Sammy's cars, but Angela got a hold of me, said

was taking over the business.

You need to get your story straight.

I didn't know about the father.

Isn't it your job to know? Don't answer that.

It's argumentative.

Detective Jackson is a highly experienced agent.

I had no reason to doubt him. And yet you suspended him.

No.

Though he asked me to.

Fratangelo threatened to kill Gray unless he drove a shipment of weapons

the border.

Gray saw a chance to nail him.

This Fratangelo guy is bad news, all right? We've got to take him down. Just

give me some time.

I see as his possible deniability. You know what? Then suspend me, because God

knows I've given you a cause.

Fine.

You had Fratangelo dead to rights with a truckload of automatic weapons. You

even had your own agent inside the cab.

Why on earth didn't you stop him at the border?

DHS agent Carver was after Nandranga's entire southern Ontario operation.

I agreed to follow the truck to his destination.

A decision which I'm sure you now deeply regret.

Okay. You can't ask him that.

I do.

Stop it now.

We both know this statement's inadmissible.

Major Kessler's recovering from serious injuries, and he's under the influence

of powerful medications.

Well, we'll let the commissioner decide.

Oh, my God.

Is this where the blondes are meeting?

You're a dirty cop.

No, no, no, no.

It's me, all right? It's great.

Remember last night?

We had something there, right?

Yeah, I thought we did, too.

Should he be doing that?

Oh, absolutely not.

Come on.

Here.

You all right?

Mm -hmm.

Well, you'll be happy to know that Tilden is finally moving out of your

You mean your office?

Please. Put me in charge of a major op. I'm a pretty decent commander, but this

political bullshit... That's exactly why I need you.

Pissed off the Minister of Justice and got us thrown off the case.

I'll let everybody down.

Welcome to the show.

Thank

you.

Hey.

Really?

Oh, shit. Okay, yeah. Yeah, send it.

Thanks, buddy. I owe you.

That was my pal Jackie. He just gave me a heads up for tangibles at a coffee

shop at Front and Jarvis. Well, what makes this more reliable than the other

tipsters? Guy got a picture of the prick.

Let's go.

No, no, we can't.

We've been ordered not to engage.

Oh.

Oh.

You got no idea who I am.

You want money, just take it. I want this guy.

Oh, you don't believe me? Where is he, you piece of shit?

Where is he?

I want to know where he is!

Yeah? He's at a coffee shop, northeast corner of Frontage Harvest.

Did you just call Gray?

You two, go pick him

up or help him out or... Jesus, whatever the hell seems to work.

Yeah. Please tell me that you are not in that coffee shop. I'm not. Neither is

he.

You got eyes on?

Forget it, Maggie. You still got a career to lose.

Great. Give me your 20, please.

Arrogant son of a bitch. If you go after him alone, you'll lose him.

Don't we deserve a piece of him, too?

He's walking west on front.

Suspect on foot, heading west on front. Ray is following, also on foot.

Slade, give me Gray.

Gray, where are you? He's heading north on mark. He's picking up the pace.

Has he made you?

I don't think so.

I'll hit him off a kick.

Superintendent Norton for Sergeant Randall.

Well, then patch me through to Sergeant Randall.

Where is he?

Potential is not in the goddamn coffee shop. He's at Market and King with my

agents in pursuit. No, no, no, no. Do not put me on hold.

It's Angelo.

You again, huh?

You're like a gnat.

How did we not kill you?

You want another chance?

I'll make it easy.

Your pasta.

Shut up.

Shut up!

You're not getting out of here lying.

You got one shot before you go down. You wanna waste that on a stranger?

Go on.

Make a good point.

Nice work.

Wasn't me. I couldn't get a clue. Was

he dead?

Oh, yeah.

Eddie, you deserve to go slowly.

You all right?

An unarmed ICS officer.

Detective Sergeant Gray Jackson goaded the gunman, distracting him long enough

for his colleagues to deliver a fatal shot.

Now, the gunman has been identified as notorious mobster Adriano Fratangelo,

was behind the recent firefight that killed eight people. It's all over the

Dozens of videos and snapshots.

Everybody with a smartphone suddenly considers themselves a news

Congratulations. You still have to face the inquiry, but for now, anyway, ICS

has redeemed itself.

We have. Weren't you listening?

Detective Jackson is a hero. With total disregard for his own safety, he saved

the baby's mommy and brought down the bad guy. That hero created the mess in

first place, and Fratangelo was shot by an MI6 agent who officially wasn't even

there. Just take the win.

Politics is like showbiz.

Everybody loves a good story. The best stories are hardly ever true.

Politicians.

this song with me and you will never

be sad or alone

on the road or at home

Sing this song with me and

you will never be sad or alone.

You're pretty great, Shanna.

Just figuring that out.

That's how voicing might be.