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I want to talk to you about a position with the Secret Service Intelligence

Division. Previously on the border.

The Senior Information Technology Consultant.

Wow. I can't. That's the kind of thing.

You really didn't know?

If I had, I would have locked him up.

Minister Hardacre appointed me Minister Consultant on Border Security for the

President's visit. How would you feel about making this arrangement permanent?

I thought I told you DHS won't work with Jackson on this case, not ever. The

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

Sorry about your dad. I'm just sorry.

You see that? She checked a photo on her phone like she was looking for someone

special.

Yeah, who gets into the longest line?

Yeah.

You need to relax, muchacho.

Terminator Sanchez.

Who the hell are you?

ICS.

Step over here. Right here, please.

Stop him.

Too easy.

Officer,

can you step outside the booth, please?

Freeze!

Put everybody down!

Get back!

Okay,

we just want to talk to you.

We need to calm down.

I killed my father.

Who will?

They'll torture and kill.

Eve, just give me the gun.

No!

We slept in.

I was thinking maybe we could take a personal day.

Airport customs officers aren't supposed to be armed.

How the hell did he get a gun in there?

I guess the security was lax because of the uniform.

Put out a directive. Customs personnel go through metal detectors like

else. Yes, sir.

What do we know about the drug mule?

Carmelita Sanchez, 18, landed immigrant, lives in Etobicoke with her

grandmother, claims to be vacationing in Cancun.

Maybe she can tell us who Agent Torres was afraid of.

I got a warning. She's got a hell of a mouth.

Agent Matthew.

Why are you holding up?

Prang.

I should have stopped him. He wasn't being rational.

There's nothing you could do.

Tragedies happen. You have to accept that.

Yes, sir.

The flight attendant called us from the plane. You left cocaine residue in the

laboratory. Need a little toot before landing, did you?

You're funny, lady.

We found cocaine around your waist, around your hips, stuffed into your bra,

in no fewer than two body cavities, and I'm guessing you swallowed some.

You'll notice that the toilets and the cells don't flush.

You want to poke through my shit?

That's not you.

You're pretty cocky, aren't you?

What are you, 18?

I'm wise beyond my years.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I can see that.

You must have been...

Pretty sure that you weren't going to be searched.

The people I work for take care of business.

Meaning they intimidated the customs agent and gave you his picture. Do these

people have a name?

Get real, lady.

What if Officer Torres had called in sick or been moved to another post?

They would have killed him.

Like I said, they take care of business. Officer Torres shot himself.

Because your employers were going to torture and kill his family. Don't you

any family?

Nobody I give a shit about.

Oh, yeah?

What about your grandmother?

Adelita.

Nobody going to mess with her.

Aren't you afraid they're going to kill you?

I's a bitch.

And then you die.

Isn't it 13?

Get your hands off me, cabron.

Oh, baby.

If you are a drug mule for Mara Salvatrucha, I am the least of your

Carmelita could be Mara Salvatrucha 13. How are we doing in her phone?

It's a burner.

Hasn't been used to call in or out. It only contains the custom guy's photo and

some password -protected data.

I'm running it through a decryptor. And his bank records?

Nothing stands out. I don't think he was on the take.

See if you can find anything that ties him to MS -13. And check back through

custom surveillance tapes. See who else he's been letting through.

Mara Salvatrucha. I didn't realize they'd expanded this far north.

Oh, no wonder your guy was so terrified.

Did you add something?

Huh? Oh.

What is that, latitude and longitude?

Yeah, leave L could work.

10 .30 could be the time, which just leaves the 13 -1 -18 -3 -15.

That's straight out the numeric, 13th letters, M -A -R -C -O.

Okay, so she delivers the drugs to Marco at Leave L Park at 10 .30.

That's in 15 minutes.

Starving. What's for breakfast?

Well, I cook bacon and eggs, but I don't have a frying pan.

Or bacon or eggs.

Or plates or a table.

I got a zen minimal thing happening. Right, because you're such a spiritual

Well, it's easy to clean.

You know, in my book, a working definition of grown -up is one who

food. Okay.

I'm all about the grown -up. Big talk.

I'll listen.

I'll take cooking glasses.

I'll buy French herbs.

Whatever it takes, I'm all in.

So much for the personal day.

Jack, how far are you from Leeville Court?

Ten minutes, why? A drug dealer named Marco should be waiting to meet a mule

there at 10 .30. He's probably MS -13.

Morris, have a true chat.

Keep a low profile until Darnell shows up, but go armed.

Yeah, you got it, boss.

Villains from place?

DHS considers MS -13 the most violent street gang in America.

Breakfast can wait.

Mr. Manoring and I have been discussing protocols.

As ministry liaison on board of security, I'll need regular briefings on

open ICS investigations.

I don't think so, Major.

The last thing we need is more bureaucratic time -wasting.

It's hardly a waste of time to report to your superior.

To my what?

He was referring to Minister Hardacre.

Speaking of whom, the minister is on line one.

Shall we put him on speaker?

Good morning, Minister.

Let's make this brief, shall we? Mr. Mannering and I were just bringing Major

Ketzer up to speed on the new protocols.

ICS is supposed to be autonomous. The hell it is.

You're to keep Mr. Mannering up to date on all open cases.

I need to know everything you're doing down there before it shows up on the 10

'clock news.

That may not always be possible.

When you challenge Mannering's authority, you're challenging mine. Do I

myself clear?

Yes, sir.

Let's start with the customs officer who shot himself this morning.

I gather he was colluding with a drug mule.

We've opened an investigation.

ICS cannot investigate itself.

I'm turning this over to the RCMP.

We can watch a game.

Then we're a nice couple out for a stroll.

No, don't buy it.

Ten o 'clock.

Do you realize that's a personal foul?

MS -13, or Marin Salvatrucha, was started by ex -Salvadoran guerrillas in

barrios of L .A.

They spread virally to the U .S., Mexico, and Central America and have

,000 members worldwide.

I know they're in Canada.

Well, they've been here for a while, keeping a low profile while they

themselves in the drug trade.

MSRT makes a cult of brutality, cutting off limbs, decapitating their enemies,

killing women and children.

They've murdered police officers, prosecutors, and judges.

They look like the Jets on acid.

Their favorite weapons are MP5s and machetes.

Machetes. Well, that's just great.

So the mules bring you the drugs, and you do what?

Sell them yourself?

You got nothing on me, hombre.

Who's next in the food chain? I ain't telling you shit.

I want my lawyer now.

Where I see us, not police, we can hold you 48 hours with that one.

Who gave me in anyway?

La chica gave me up.

Hmm?

Because if it is, that's very stupid of her.

Hey, witness intimidation. There's grounds for arrest right there.

She's busted. She's dead anyway.

We don't risk it, not with a, um, a puto.

Will they risk it with you?

How long will they let you live?

A different hombre.

I'm connected.

Even after word gets out how helpful you've been?

Nobody gonna believe your lies.

What is that? Is that a skull?

Santísima muerte.

Saint death.

Patron saint of drug dealers and killers.

Wow.

Better say your prayer.

That guy looks suspicious.

They all do.

Nobody can be taped with a high -angle fixed -lens video camera and not look

suspicious.

I need to take this.

Blade?

Oh, tomorrow?

So soon?

Okay.

Sure, 8 .30. You bet.

Wait, should I wear a tie?

I should, though, right? Those guys are all sharp dressers.

Take her to service.

They don't know yet.

Not even a boss.

I mean, let's face it, I'm pretty much indispensable around here.

Stop.

I've seen that face.

Run the scanner log.

1426 on the 10th. That's two days ago.

Flight 621 from Mexico City.

There he is.

Juan Hidalgo.

That's not Juan Hidalgo.

Passport was doctored.

Check the wanted list. FBI, Interpol, RCMP.

There, number seven on the DEA wanted list.

Hugo Fuentes.

A .K .A. El Carnivoro.

The carnivore.

That can't be good.

High -ranking member of Los Zetas, second in command of security

and involved in the trafficking of multi -ton quantities of cocaine into the

United States each month.

Here's an article in the Mexican press about Fuentes.

It's in Spanish by Raymond Esteban.

Huh.

The boss knows this guy. This journalist, he was here.

Fifteen people massacred in a drug rehabilitation center.

Severed heads thrown into a nightclub.

Grenades thrown into a public square.

Senor Fuentes is one badass hombre.

We know MS -13 owned the customs agent, so what was he doing stamping the fake

passport of a Los Zetas, Capo?

It's a mystery.

Is MS -13 lying itself with Los Zetas?

You know, Los Detos is way out of MS -13's league when it comes to smuggling.

They use cargo containers and seaplanes, not brassieres.

No, what MS -13 does well is sell on the street.

El carnívoro.

You know why they call him that?

Enlighten us.

Because he likes to eat the flesh of his enemies.

You're renovating.

Ramon volunteers here. He teaches literacy skills to Latino refugees. He

be done in a minute.

Why are you doing this, Mike?

Ramon is written extensively by Hugo Fuentes.

His expertise might help us find a very violent and dangerous criminal.

He came here to escape the drug wars, and now you're dragging him back in. He

just won out. He still has the scars where they burned him.

Terry, he can see them.

Are you kidding? He'll jump at the chance.

If it were up to him, he'd still be dodging bullets in Mexico City.

He only left because he was too badly injured to stop his friends from putting

him on a plane.

Finish lesson three for next week, okay?

Hello,

Major.

It's just the bat.

Oh, for God's sake, Ramon, Mike, can we at least get this thing on a first -name

footing?

This man entered the country two days ago. I believe you know him.

Hugo Fuentes.

We were hoping you might be available for a briefing.

Of course.

Just make sure you bring him back in the same condition you found him in.

She's very amusing, your ex -wife.

Los Zetas are the worst of the Mexican drug cartels. The Colombians are old

news. 90 % of the meth and cocaine in the U .S. goes through Mexico. Los Zetas

were elite commandos trained by the Mexican government to fight the Gulf

They deserted en masse, and now they run it.

A real success story.

They climbed to the top by ruthlessly killing anyone who got in their way.

massacred women and children, beheaded police officers.

Once they decide to kill you, there is no escape.

Great. Now they're our problem.

One of them, anyway.

Hugo Fuentes, a .k .a. El Canivo. So cold because he devours the competition.

He's probably here to tighten his hold on the Canadian market.

By getting MS -13 to distribute his drugs.

Los Ventas relies heavily on the street gangs all over North America. We need to

find Hugo Fuentes.

I have a number of friends in the Mexican community.

One of them may have heard something.

We think MS -13 helped bring him into the country.

This young boy I tutor, Rafael, his older brother Arturo is MS -13.

They are illegal immigrants.

I can offer visas.

He's a good kid. He's worth saving.

What?

Mannery's here for our prisoners.

What? The hell he is.

Then get him out of his meeting.

I need you to sign these prisoner release forms.

These people smuggle drugs.

Into Canada, Agent Carver, not the United States. You're out of your

jurisdiction. Drug running is absolutely in my jurisdiction.

These particular drug runners are material witnesses to the corruption of

customs agent.

ICS cannot police itself.

Now, would you kindly sign the forms?

Are you deliberately sabotaging our investigation?

They could lead us to puentes.

But you'd rather play politics than lock up a narco -terrorist.

This is Canada, Agent Carver, not Mexico.

If you want to find narco -terrorists, I suggest you transfer to El Paso.

How do you keep yourself from punching that asshole's legs out?

Emotional repression.

Helps to be a white male.

I used to be more detached.

But ever since the shooting, I've run out of patience.

Yeah.

It's like in a split second, it can all be over, and there goes your chance to

do something.

Does that sound naive?

No, on the contrary.

Boss! I picked up a police report.

Automatic weapons fired two clicks down the road.

There's no mystery here. It was Marisol Vitruccia making sure the prisoners

wouldn't talk.

The shooter won't talk either.

It's revealed to identify him tracked down as an associate.

Officer Beck was the new father. He's got a two -week -old baby.

What am I going to tell his wife?

You know what this means, don't you?

Declaration of war.

You don't have to do that. Don't I?

You have a new life here and we can be happy.

The narco -guerra spreading, Terry. It's even infected in this peaceful country.

Can't you stop him?

Terry. God damn it.

Ramon and I have a chance here.

He's a free man. It's not up to me.

But for the record, I agree with him.

Rafael says he's never heard of

MS -13.

He's not a member yet.

If he'd been jumped in, he'd have visible scars.

13 very long seconds of vicious beating.

Some kids don't survive.

I'm not as good.

No?

What about the part when you brutally attack an innocent person?

An old woman or a child.

How about your little sister?

When it's her time to join, they'll brutally gang rape her.

Is this the life your mother wants for her children? Shut up, my mother.

She came here illegally, didn't she?

Risked everything to make a new life for you? She works 80 hours a week cleaning

houses to buy those fancy shoes. Shut up!

If you don't help us, I will deport your mother, your sister, your brother.

How long do you think Arturo will last in Mexico before he dies in the drug

wars? How long before they come after the rest of your family?

Tell us about Hugo Fuentes and MS -13.

Arturo's friends will kill us.

Cut our bodies in pieces.

I'll protect you.

Provide visas for your family, move you somewhere safe.

What about Arturo? He wants to leave Mestreza, but nobody gets out alive.

Blood in, blood out.

If Arturo helps us, we'll help him.

He's moving up in the clique.

He's a guy told him how to meet.

Where is this meet going to take place?

Do you know when?

I beg your pardon?

We looked out the air.

Arturo's message is there.

It's a page with Santa Muerte.

Psycho and Baby Hidalgo are now friends.

And look, Lobo sent Loco a nudge.

Wow. Just... Wow.

Hey, you cracked the password. Some low -level buzz about a guest in town but no

venue. But I checked out those clubs.

Last Segovia is closed this afternoon for a private party.

The point is, he's getting in the car.

Out of the car, now!

Hands on the vehicle.

Hands on the vehicle.

Yeah!

Carnival? Yeah!

Congratulations,

Agent Carver. You caught a very big fish.

Thank you, ma 'am.

ICS deserves most of the credit. Fuentes ordered dozens of brutal murders, some

against police and judiciary.

The DEA had $5 million on his head. Can I get that in hundreds?

Don't worry.

Your work won't go unappreciated.

I'm going to recommend you for commendation.

Thank you, ma 'am.

We picked these guys up when we raided the club. No ID.

I'm guessing they're illegal.

Arturo Flores.

That one.

Take an interview, Juan.

Political. Come on, amigo. Now you're pissing me off.

State your name. Go to hell.

Arturo Flores.

Brother of Rafael Lupita Flores, son of Maria.

I don't know those names.

You sure?

I just thought you might like to say goodbye before we put them on a plane to

Mexico City.

What are you talking about?

You have enemies in Mexico, Arturo.

Maricel, Vitruccio, and Los Zetas certainly do.

How long do you think your family will survive down there? Send me back to

We will.

To a Mexican prison.

Not so nice, I hear.

What do you want?

Tell me why Hugo Fuentes was meeting with MS -13.

What is it worth?

Visas for your family?

Relocation to a safe locale?

A lenient sentence for you in protective custody with a visa at the end of it. A

whole new start.

Fuentes found out his enemy was here.

So he gave MS -13 exclusive rights to Salozeta's products here in the city.

In exchange for what?

A fotografia of his enemy's severed head.

And who is this lucky person?

A journalistico.

He said some bad things about Fuentes in Mexico.

People know him here. He helps the legals.

Carajo.

Come with me.

Is this the man MS -13 agreed to kill?

Yes.

There's a motel we use for protective custody.

I'll post around the clock guards.

I hope their widows will be well compensated.

You're right, the city's not safe.

I know a farm up north owned by a retired JTF2 sergeant. I'll drive you

myself.

And if I refuse?

You said yourself, that won't stop till you're dead. You think Terry would blame

you?

This is my doing, not yours.

You're a valuable witness.

We need your life.

I need to stop by Haven House to pick up my laptop and a few books and to say

goodbye. Of course.

You go to Haven House and pick up Rafael Flores.

Take him to the rest well.

That fleabag near the airport?

Pack a toothbrush.

You're checking into the room next door.

Some guys get all the glamour.

Who's you and Darnell?

Go pick up the mother and sister. Take them to the same hotel.

And go easy.

Family's pretty traumatized.

You got it.

Wow, you look... Cheerful?

Commendation, baby.

My work will not go unappreciated.

Well, congratulations.

Want to help me celebrate?

Expensive champagne and misogyno will definitely feature.

Hmm.

I gotta spend the night in a cheap motel by the airport.

Hmm. Back to work?

Really? Maybe that'll be a hardship jacuzzi.

I got a big fortune mirror on the ceiling.

Really? Hmm.

Anything in the scanners?

It's quiet.

Eerily so.

And what are these?

Two 4As. Supposed to be filed every time overtime exceeds 20 hours a week.

Hardacre's burying us in paperwork.

I hardly ever put in for overtime.

You're here day and night. You deserve to be appreciated.

Thank you.

I so needed to hear that.

You're leaving?

Oh, I got a dinner thing at 8 .30. If I leave right now, I can just make it.

Luckily, there's a 42K per hour tailwind, so...

So, go already.

He's a good man, Mike.

Believe me, I want to not like him.

He called you a buena gente.

It's Mexican for Mitch.

Terry, hurry up and pick up the kid.

Look to your boss.

Congratulations on your commendation.

You got to do all the work. I just grabbed the glory.

She's not lying.

No lights. Doesn't look like anybody's home.

Great. Now we have to sit on the place until they get here.

Who?

Hey.

Lock's broken. Call for backup.

Your mother and sister will meet you at the motel. Eat a good day.

Can't help thinking that this is the last time I ever touch you or hear your

voice.

I'm a stubborn man, Terry.

You won't get rid of me that easily.

No,

no, no, no. We're here to help. It's okay.

They will come back.

It's okay. We'll take you someplace safe. Come with us.

We wait for my brother?

Your brother's replying.

Let me give you a hand with that thing.

You okay?

Yeah.

Ah, great. That's all we need.

You want me to check the circuit breaker?

Sure. It's out of the door.

You know what? Don't bother.

The nearest streetlights are out, too.

That happens all the time.

At least you've got a whole lot of flashlights.

You should get going. You've got a long road ahead.

I don't like leaving you in the dark. Like I said, we're used to it.

I'll take these books to the car.

Great.

Cover us.

to South Southwest.

Oh, God, Beth.

Call it in.

Signal must be jammed.

Mine, too.

The phone's dead.

They must have cut the wires.

Agent Carver, you and Gray go up to the front stairs and collect the rest of

them. Let's take them down the back stairs.

Terry, get everyone away from the window.

Shit, there's more coming!

Can anybody get in through the basement?

The windows are barred and boarded up. We're going to die here, man.

Mr. Manoring's coming for the night.

Oh, my God. How much paperwork can one arrest generate?

These are the illegals from the club.

I'm rounding the building. I make at least 12.

Everybody to the basement. Let's go. Okay, everybody move.

Come through, come through.

It's okay.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Let's stop the bleeding. I'll be fine.

Everyone down. Everyone down. Let's go.

The barometric pressure just drop in here.

Something's off the right.

Mr. Slade.

Did I lose focus again?

That's all right. We understand that brilliant minds are often eccentric.

Well, then I must be like a genius.

Oh, that was a joke. I don't actually think that I'm a... Although... I've

decided to go ahead and offer your position.

How does 200 sound?

All right, $250 ,000. That's our top offer.

$250 ,000?

That is... Wow.

Sage.

In the middle of the city.

They're using silencers.

Even if they weren't, we're stuck between railroad yards, expressway,

sites.

That's why they gave us this place. No limby neighbors.

Terry, can I talk to you?

I'm here.

Misha?

MS -13 are covering all the exits.

come here to escape this shit.

I know.

All that endless stupid shit that people do to each other out there.

I know.

Do you remember how to use this?

Please don't pull.

It always seemed to me like the punchline of a dirty joke.

If they come through that door, You should be killed.

I didn't know you were a guerrera.

A warrior woman.

You have no idea.

Excuse me?

It's me they want.

If I go out there, they might be satisfied.

After Fuente's arrest, I promise you they want us all.

How are we doing on the Fuentes extradition?

Major Kessler and Agent Carver have started the ball rolling. And where is

good Major?

Driving Ramon Esteban to a safe location, and no, I don't know where.

the phone.

I'll ask him myself.

The number you're calling... Must be near the escarpment. It's hard to get a

signal out there.

I'm down to my last few rounds.

We're going to have to make a move. The lights are on two blocks away.

Cell phone jammers have limited range.

I can make a run for it. Or I could.

To go out and pull would be suicide.

Whose van is that parked out back?

That's Misha's.

It's got to be 30 feet away.

Like I said, I'm down to my last few rounds.

Misha's key.

Cover that door. I'll take the street.

Record.

If we don't make it... We will.

Absolutely.

If we don't.

Carver, he's down.

Cover.

Go.

Try Agent Carver. Maybe she can shed some light.

She was on her way to Haven House with Gray. Miss Mara's salvatrution page is

almost charming.

There's a party tonight.

Let them up to Haven House. Oh, my God.

We need help here. He's bleeding out.

Clear his face.

Oh, my God.

Careful,

careful. We need bandages.

Hey, here.

We're out here.

Can I have your hand, then?

A lot of blood.

Don't you die on me.

Two rounds enough for a last stand.

I'd make a joke about the animal, but I'm Mexican.

So you know how to shoot.

I trained with the military when I was a war correspondent.

Don't go.

Don't go.

They're in the building.

I'm out.