All language subtitles for The Border s01e05 Compromising Positions

Previously, on the border.

What do you know about, uh, women,
right?

So?

Save me, and I don't have a delivery
plan.

Drop your weapon!

It's an order to see the shrink.

I feared it was going to take more than
50 minutes. No, it won't take all this

from the Deputy Minister.

If this gets out, it could bring down
the government. So, naturally, the Prime

Minister will get involved.

Whatever. Shit rolls downhill.

Kessler, ICS, may I see your papers,
please?

ICS, show's over.

Work these out.

Your papers!

Put your hands in the fence!

Put your hands in the fence now!

Svetlana? Svetlana.

Svetlana Karpov.

I'm not that political.

Get in the van.

It's nice waking up. You're still here.

I should go.

I need a shave.

Three blades, right?

What? Three blades.

I found this on sale at the drugstore.

Thought it might come in handy. It is a
toothbrush.

It is a razor. It is shaving soap.

Any spare underwear?

It was only 20 bucks, Mike.

Hardly a major investment.

What did I say?

All we are is a stack. You know what?
That's fine.

Let's just be stuff buddies. Huh? Forget
the rest.

Eve on.

I need some clarity, Mike.

Look, meet me at the restaurant for
dinner tonight.

We'll talk. I promise.

You promise me. I promise.

Well, I'll talk to you again.

Maybe later today.

Thanks.

Congratulations. Turns out one of your
dog fighters has wanted the two murders

in Hanoi.

Oh, great.

Hey, you got a killer off the streets.
Be proud.

It doubles the number of forms I got of
fellows. That's what I hate about these

sweeps. The goddamn paperwork when
they're done.

Maybe you got banged up pretty good last
night.

I'm fine.

Here we are.

What's that supposed to mean? Come on,
Layla. You haven't been fine since you

shot that kid in the woods.

Are you complaining about how I'm doing
my job?

No, I'm just concerned.

Right, because you're Mr.

Sensitive.

You haven't seen the government shrink
yet, have you?

And you have.

Actually, yeah.

It's been pretty helpful.

Gray Jackson and therapy.

That's one for the books.

So much for opening up. Jesus.

You know what DC wants?

A single North American border with a U
.S. standard of security.

Because he's been so successful keeping
out all the illegals, drugs, and guns.

They're not concerned with guns. We are.
Hey, Major Kessler, what are horsemen

doing here?

Excuse us?

There's an airplane waiting for you at
Island Airport, sir. Your presence is

required in Ottawa. By whom?

I don't know what to say, sir.

Not only do I outrank you, but I'm in
the middle of a meeting with CSIS.

Hold the plane, I'll make my own way to
the island.

Can I help you? Mike Kettler, ICS. The
minister wants to see me.

There's nothing here. You must be
mistaken.

Is she alone? Excuse me.

I have an appointment.

When Major Kettler arrives, send him in.

He is here now, minister.

Major Kettler.

Madam minister.

Constance, why don't you take a long
lunch?

There's nothing on the schedule until
two.

Deputy minister.

Can your business wait until then? Of
course.

Where the hell did you get all sending
two goons? If you'll excuse me, Major.

My predecessor installed a recorder to
ensure the integrity of my office.

He was a bloody prick.

But if I get rid of it, I look corrupt.

Are you intending to behave improperly?

I'll strip you naked and have my way
with you here on the floor.

Maybe.

Politicians.

Good to see you, Mike.

If you wanted to flirt, you could have
sent the dirty email.

I need a favor.

I'm listening.

Last night, three women were picked up
by ICF.

Here are their names.

I need you to release them today and
make their deportation warrants

Who are they?

Can't tell you that or anything else.

You have to do it by yourself.

No associates, no paperwork, no e
-trails.

Violate protocol with nothing to cover
my ass.

I could order you. I am the minister.

Of labor.

I answered the public safety.

There are precedents.

And I have the PM's ear.

You haul me in here like a private gone
AWOL. Then you ask me to release three

aliens for reasons you won't explain.
You're the only person I trust.

Then tell me what's going on.

I've had your back.

Good.

I'll go.

If anyone asks, we were discussing a
proposed amnesty for illegal nannies.

Is that what this is, another nanny
gate?

Oh, not unless nannies are wearing G
-strings and six -inch heels.

Strippers. The ones we picked up in our
suite?

A car outside will take you to the
airport.

I have to question.

Thank you, Major.

That'll be all.

Long once?

My office.

Don't you know the warden at Central
Detention?

Something about his wife?

We went to high school together. I need
you to get over there and release the

Russian strippers you picked up
yesterday.

Their visas expired months ago. Otto is
taking on interest.

I need your friend the warden to lose
the paperwork.

Anything else I can do? Drive him home?
Buy him pizza?

Good idea. Find out everything you can.

About what?

All I know for certain is our interest
in these women is classified.

No written records, no emails, nothing
traceable.

Don't even talk to the squad.

You can say no.

I think you know me better than that.

Right. Send in Slade.

Slade.

Hey. Oh, Tipple.

7 decibel shift. Damaged the middle ear.

Uh -huh. You busy? I'm composing a love
sonnet in Fortran.

It's like a Latin binary code.

I want to be here.

Cool.

I made my spirit down.

Babe, how do you do that? The upside
down? Yeah, it's an essential post

-literate skill. Is that the Minister of
Labor?

We work together in Bosnia.

A beautiful woman, bombs, bullets.

I get it.

What? I admire Minister Fleischer for
her principled nationalist stand in a

-American cabinet.

She also looks hot in uniform.

Svetlana Karpov, Maya Vasilieva, and
Nadia Polovsky. Find everything there

Work history, bank accounts, what they
did in Russia, who they speak to on

cell phones. Talk to no one and leave no
cyber footprints.

Don't even talk to the squad.

Oh. Um, my Cyrillic alphabet sucks.

Maybe Layla could help out?

No one.

I don't know.

Hey. La, the smell in there, I cannot
tell you. Like dirty socks. My cowboy

hat. Looks like shit.

Mr.

Siliev needs her hat.

Such pretty eyes.

You really should do something with
them.

Hey,

partner,

check this out. Our little boy took
puberty.

Nice. You mind?

Personal time. Don't get too personal.

First time about erotic activity, I'm
getting the pilot.

Where to?

The Pink Russian.

You don't have to go back there, you
know. The deportation orders have been

dropped. You can start over.

Why? You know a place where they need
good dancers?

You could retrain. Maybe take a
bookkeeping course.

I look like a content.

We're trained already.

Look, I'm just saying, if your boss is
coercing you, making you do things that

you don't want to do... Ah, you think
we're sex slaves.

We're dancers, not whores.

And Pavel is okay, boss.

He even gives us holiday pay.

Fine.

As far as I can tell, they're the real
deal.

Exotic dancers with long working
histories from the best Moscow

they're legit.

Yeah, not quite.

Svetlana Karponk, she's been arrested a
couple of times for theft.

Nothing stuck.

She's a talented woman.

She should see what she can do with a
hockey stick.

What? Did he go blog? $9 .99 for three
days.

I'll need reimbursement.

So tell me about this club.

Oh, the Pink Russian.

Downtown strip joint.

Who owned this?

Pavel Makarov. He's a real entrepreneur.
He's got a travel agency, import

-export business. He's got two
restaurants, the Black Russian in

White Russian in Ottawa.

Now, if the politicals on the hill go
there for the caviar. Yes, and they go

the Pink Russian for Svetlana.

What the hell?

Stay in the car.

Stay in the car.

You want to take my picture?

Miss Carpock, did ICF arrange for your
release?

This wonderful woman from government set
us free and drove us back here. Do you

work for ICF? What's your name? Ladies,
please.

Why did you release these strippers?
It's what they've done to us. Aren't

in the country illegally?

No comment.

Is it true the order to release him
directly from the Minister of Labour?

is her interest in these women? Ladies,
please.

What's the Minister's relationship to
Pavel Makarov?

Yes, sir.

Boss, you're not going to like this.

I'm picking up a live feed. I'm on the
phone.

Maggie, go ahead.

That's Maggie?

Tell her she's going to be on TV.

The

Russian

strippers were being detained when their
deportation orders were mysteriously

revoked. They were personally delivered
to the Pink Russian Strip Club by

Immigration and Customs Security Agent
Margaret Norton.

An unidentified source has romantically
linked the owner of the club, Pavel

Makarov, with Suzanne Fleischer, the
Minister of Labor.

I'm Shannon Day, reporting for Metro 3.

Well, I guess Maggie won't be undercover
anytime soon. What's going on here,

Bob?

Deputy Minister, we were blindsided.
I'll get to the bottom of it. I did not

write any release of illegal streams.

A request came through from Labor.

From Suzanne Fleischer?

Did she really do this, Russian?

I wouldn't know. Who did this? No one in
this office.

The National Run did like a starving dog
with a rat.

I'm on it, sir. Guess what? I need the
press.

So I said to her, look, baby, I'm drunk,
not stupid.

You're funny, man.

Take me away from all this. Oh, you bet.

I like him a lot.

I bet you have a big car.

Here we are.

There we go. Let me get that for you.

I'd like you to come with me.

Do you have a world?

I don't need one.

I know you want to hear bad things, but
maybe you want other things too.

The truth will do fine.

Well, I want things.

Lended immigrant papers for me and visa,
so my little sister can come here.

How about a ticket on the next plane to
Moscow?

I know Pavel from Moscow.

From Black Market.

He's what they call a fixer. He pulls
strings.

He brought you to Canada?

He wants only what's best for a club.

He was supposed to arrange paperwork,
but then you come and arrest us. You got

out pretty fast.

There's always some higher bigwig he
calls.

What bigwig did he call for you?

I could make something up.

It doesn't work that way.

In Moscow, they kill you for a pack of
cigarettes.

If I don't get my baby sister out,
she'll be dead in the streets.

You're a good man.

Yes.

Yvonne Castle online, too.

Sorry if she insisted.

Really insisted.

We had to hear it.

His mistress?

Immigration lawyer.

Not that's any of your business.

He was very worried for just immigration
lawyer.

Yvonne. So much for talking, eh, Mike?

I cannot believe I actually took you
seriously.

Let's just eliminate conversation from
this relationship.

Hmm? Silent sex.

Isn't that just a workaholic's dream?

I like ripped gummy worms.

I use my cousin's bubblegum scented
shampoo.

Bubblegum. So sexy.

She's five.

And her mother is kicking me off of the
couch.

Oh, no, that's terrible.

I am an unemployed geek.

No job, no rent, no rent, no place to
live.

What are you going to do?

And Dr. Rez?

No.

No, no, no, I know.

I like this.

Us.

I mean us, like the unit formed by you
in proximity to me.

I like us too.

Well, you live with me, right?

I mean, people do that.

Normal people, male, female, they live
in one place, right?

Yeah. I accept.

This is great.

Yeah.

So great.

Look, pal, we can hold you for a couple
days without laying charges.

And you call yourselves a democracy?

What is in Russia a couple decades?

Okay, one more time.

Who did you call to get your dancers
released?

Ask your boss.

I should have. Business was good
tonight.

I found two electronic deposits of 50
grand each in the bank account of a

holding company registered to Makarov.
The second deposit was dated today.

Sounds like a payoff.

Money bounced around the world about 40
times, in and out of dozens of seemingly

random bank accounts.

Who is your contact at the Ministry of
Labor?

Besides the Minister?

You know the Ministry of Labor. I'm most
openly blue.

What is the nature of your relationship?

I'll take over here.

Sure. Write your reports in the morning.

I take it we are no longer on the
record. What exactly is the nature of

relationship with the Minister of
Labour?

She is an attractive woman, especially
without her clothes.

You're lying. She would not have creeped
like you anywhere near her.

She has a tattoo.

A tiny butterfly.

I wonder if the Prime Minister knows.

I'm not mistaken, Major. You too have
seen this butterfly.

Don't be absurd.

I don't take money from women.

Not even a hundred grand in electronic
payments?

Miss Fleischer and I enjoyed a brief and
pleasant alliance. When your thugs came

for my girls, I quite naturally turned
to her for help.

I'm trying to decide whether I should
waste a crown's money in keeping you

locked up.

I'm a great believer in physical
prudence.

We're not done yet.

My good, yes, I need to speak to the
minister. One moment, Major.

I'm sorry, Major. The minister can't
take your call.

He won't.

I have got 14 critical human rights
cases on my desk, Mike. And I mean

as in life and death could impact the
future of international law. But no, I

spent my morning drying the tears of
some hyper sex prima donna. Walk with

And according to Ms.

Karpov, this sexy immigration member,
which she apparently met you, gave her

name and assured her I'd give a shit.
She's lying. Right.

Yet, there she was in my office pleading
for help and asking me how you were in

the sack. And that's the exact phrase,
by the way, in the sack.

I did apologize for last night.

I don't believe you.

Can we try dinner again?

Two little letters, Mike.

What do you think you're doing?

Where is she?

Is there a problem?

Go away.

Since when does Suzanne Fleischer hide?

There was a dinner party at the Russian
embassy.

Pavel sat next to me.

A successful restaurateur, good
-looking, charming.

Please.

I was lonely.

Power may be an aphrodisiac, but not
when it's wielded by a woman.

He asked you out?

Yeah, it was dinner.

And I barely remember the restaurant.

The whole night's a blur.

Rohypnol?

I was knocking it back pretty good.

And it wouldn't have been my first
blackout.

I woke up the next morning thinking I
dreamt it all.

And then a bouquet of roses arrived with
some very unflattering video.

You should have called me.

And reveal myself as a pathetic skank.
No, thank you.

You wanted money?

No. I spent six weeks going to AA and
waiting for the other shoe.

Then he called Monday night and told me
that three of his dancers were going to

be deported.

Thought maybe I could help him out for
old time's sake.

So you put the squeeze on me.

Which makes you what?

Pebbles, bitch?

Oh, my God.

What am I going to do?

The opposition's calling for my
resignation.

So give it to them.

I let the bastard sign away the country.

Missile defense isn't dead, you know.

They've already got it in Europe.

You're not the only patriot in Ottawa.

Have you checked lately?

Everybody wants to play ball with the
big kids.

And... Here it is.

This is where we sleep.

That's what the plan is, right?

Because I could just sleep on a couch.

You don't have a couch. Floor. I could
sleep on the floor.

It would probably wreck my back, but I
would still be willing.

Whoa.

Concord 3000.

Push -button phone and built -in answer
machine.

I love it when you talk like that.

Hieronymus. Oh, no.

Please, God, no.

Hieronymus? Pick up, sweetie pie.

Hieronymus, pick up the phone, please.

Is that your mother?

This week's dinners are in your freezer.

Do you want to take that? The labels are
nice and clear this time, so there

won't be any more accidents.

Mom?

Please, I'm busy here.

Mom, please, not now.

She infantilizes me.

You know, I can't really blame her for
that because I am an infant. I live in

squalor with loud, smelly gerbils, and I
have no

social skills, so... I am so not

worthy.

You're cute when you spiral down into a
pit of self -loathing.

Really?

I must want to find that a turn off.

Well... I

am not most women.

You can't be here. There's no place else
for me to go. No.

I'll have someone drive you home.

What home?

Pavel goes crazy when he finds out I
talked to you. He throws me out on the

street like a dog. Now I have nothing.
No visa, no job, no money.

Not even a pair of panties.

How did you find me?

The lawyer lady.

She told me you like to help people like
me.

That was awfully good of her.

Actually, between you and me, she's a
bitch.

What you do to her?

You should wear brasier when you sleep
or your feet get soggy.

Well, let's give sexual harassment in
the workplace a whole new meaning. Just

one night, Maggie.

I swear.

I owe you.

Yeah.

Wear your clothes.

I'm letting them. Yeah, that's
debatable.

Pavel lets me take nothing, not even my
passport.

Not even a picture of my baby sister.

I can borrow from you, yes?

Absolutely not.

It's after two. Pavel's gone home for
sleep. So maybe you can help me get my

things.

I'll go get your ass.

Bring gun.

What? It's good to be prepared.

The key is here.

Somewhere.

Door's open.

I see it.

Go ahead.

Major Kessler, Detective Menzies. Hope
you don't mind. ICS will be assisting

in your investigation.

If I understand correctly, the deceased
recently caused your squad a lot of

public embarrassment.

Hold on. And his body was discovered by
an ICS agent and a woman who claimed she

was at your home when he was killed.
What are you suggesting?

Conflict of interest?

Have we got a problem here?

Hey. Hey, Terry. How you doing? How's
the family?

Hey. Is that kid of yours still playing
all those tournaments?

Yeah.

Kid's 12 years old. Gonna be your next
grandmaster at chess.

Top 10 in the province under 16.

No way.

Hey, look.

Do you mind if we take a look at the
body?

For you?

Sure. Nice kid.

No powder burns on the temple.

None on the hand. This guy was shot from
a couple feet away.

Impact spatter on the pillars suggests
he was standing when he was shot, not

sitting. Well, it sure made a lame
attempt to make this look like a

What do you think? It's arresting a mob?

They like to advertise their hits, not
dress them up as suicides.

Some stupid criminals.

Killer was lucky to get away with one
shot.

We're looking for an amateur.

What's going on? Are we doing a homicide
now? I need to know who's using ICS to

destroy a federal cabinet minister.

Detect Miss Basilia.

Get out! Bruce, you take Miss Velosky.
Sure. Good.

Okay. You tell me all about it.

I have an alibi.

I was making passionate love when Pavel
was killed. Yeah, well, we don't have an

exact time of death.

Any time in the last four hours?

In the name of this Superman?

My lover's important person.

Canadian, there would be scandal.

Why, he's married?

She is inside the closet.

Well, that explains the four hours. Yes.

We climax many times.

You ever see Mac Robb talk to anyone
from the government?

You mean when he turned us in?

How Bell turned you in to ICA? I heard
him on the phone.

He says, we're out today, Mac.

If I thought, maybe he'd lift my throat.

The bastard.

Now who's dead?

All of the emails for the last two
months are deleted.

Trash is empty. Recycling bin's cleaned
out. I'll take the computer back to ICS.

There's not much point.

Macarons used to obliterate. It
automatically destroys all temp files,

passwords, deleted files.

Shreds them in microbytes.

I can't do a thing.

Okay, we'll figure it out.

Nat Apelowski's passed out in her room.

She's a billhead. She's got a batch of
painkillers.

They can cause uncontrollable rage.

Well, she's been passed out for a while,
and there's no sign of blood in her

room or on her clothes.

I'm V.

Can somebody else babysit Svetlana?

She'll be safest with you. We'll post a
man.

Make it a woman.

Obliterate was designed by Finnish
hackers.

They like to leave themselves a tiny
back door just in case that craving for

remote access proves irresistible.

You found the emails.

I resurrected Fragments.

Enough to know the source computer is in
Ottawa, and...

I got the signature.

Rasputin. Didn't he bring down the czar?

He destroyed it from within.

They've done macro cell phone records
for the last six months, mostly Ottawa

calls from the restaurant.

But there was, in the last six weeks,
nine different calls from nine different

disposable cell phones. Which means
they're untraceable. Yeah, yeah. And I

three calls from the Labor Minister's
private cell.

Shannon Day's here.

Take her to the interview room.

For me, you shouldn't have. I didn't.
Verani's doing the interview.

Shannon Day made a fool out of me on
national TV.

Which is why I think you might not be
impartial. Are you questioning my

professionalism? Not now, Maggie.

The bastard probably killed himself just
to screw me.

The cell records saw three calls from
you in the past six weeks. I was trying

buy the video back. He wasn't
interested.

Then why three calls?

He was playing me, intending to consider
my offer.

So he was interested.

I don't know.

What, am I a suspect now?

I was cooking risotto for you last
night, remember?

Of course I did.

P .M.'s hanging tough, but the murder?

Better draft that resignation letter.

Who wants to see you go down?

Read the papers. It's a long list.

This is Ottawa, not Washington.

I thought we played nice over here.

Not when you play with the big kids.

Freedom of the press is guaranteed under
the Charter.

Do you have any idea how long it takes
to mount a Charter defense?

You'll spend the next two years in jail.

You wouldn't. You're a material witness
to a murder. I certainly would.

What if I don't know who my source was?

Then how did you find out about the
strippers?

Phone call.

One of those voice distorters from a
phone booth in Ottawa.

I raised the last 50 grand to a bank in
Bucharest, then I lost the trail. But I

had the precise time and date and a
pretty good hunch the money would return

this hemisphere, so I unearthed the
routing protocol vulnerability.

and captured snapshots of every single
50 grand transfer at that time in North

America.

That's North America?

I can only handle one continent at a
time. And?

So, the money came from Illinois.

A bank account registered to Bloomfield
Aeronautics.

They built sensor components for
American missiles.

And missile defense systems.

Their current contract with the Pentagon
is worth over a billion.

They'll be worth even more if our
government allows them to install

defense systems in the Arctic. And
Suzanne Fleischer's the last cabinet

on missile defense.

Hey, six weeks ago, somebody at the
Labor Ministry ran an Interpol check on

Makarov, which means they got security
clearance. Good work. That narrows it to

12 or so players. Hey, I ran a security
profile on all their top -level

bureaucrats.

Minister Fleischer.

Did you by any chance run an Interpol
check on Pavel Makarov? I wish I had.

Have you got something?

Did you ever call him from your office?

Only on my cell.

Was the recording device in your office
switched off when you spoke to him?

I can't swear to it.

Kyle Larkin, Fleischer's deputy.

Chief, is there any connection to
Bloomfield Aeronautics?

Larkin's brother -in -law is a lobbyist
for the Hunter Group.

Take a look at the class.

We'll go right on top.

Larkin flew in last night for an IT
conference at the convention, so we had

opportunity. Do we have Larkin's
fingerprints on the file? Right here.

Get them to Detective Manse to see if
she can turn up a match. And you get me

Larkin's itinerant. Got it.

1503, he's running behind schedule.

Good.

Listen, Mike, I... You first.

I've leaned on you pretty heavily in
this case.

I can take the weight.

I know.

There's Larkin.

Feet. On the move.

Out of the car, now.

What is going on here? I'm late for a
press conference. What the hell do you

think you're doing?

What's CSIS doing here? We've been
monitoring the deputy minister's

efforts. You mean helping him destroy a
cabinet minister to push through missile

defense? You've become a conspiracy
theorist now? How quaint.

Yet here you are.

You're under arrest for the murder of
Pavel Makarov, man. Murder?

Don't be ridiculous.

You missed a few fingerprints when you
cleaned up the scene.

Good God, man. What were you thinking?

Paid a hundred grand to Makarov to set
up Minister Fleischer.

Makarov got greedy. He tried to
blackmail you. So you shot him. He was

was waving a gun around. I tried to grab
it and it went off.

You shot him from three feet away.

Come on.

This man is a companion of the Order of
Canada, for God's sake.

How many murders did the companion get?
We'll ship him off to some shivering

outpost like Finland. What?

Couldn't do that from Finland.

He'll be out in an hour.

The coroner will determine suicide and
this case will never see the court.

There'll be public record. The deputy
minister's arrest should dominate the

headlines for weeks.

Okay, okay, okay. So, Minister Fleischer
will be publicly cleared of all

wrongdoing. I'm listening.

The deputy minister will confess to
engineering the stripper's release as a

result of an unfortunate affair with one
of them.

We'll give her a work visa, and Larkin
will be dismissed in disgrace.

The woman will need two visas. She's got
a sister, and Larkin does jail time.

I'll do no such thing. Should we talk to
those reporters?

Two years minimum security, perversion
of justice.

Five years, and a freeze on his assets.

And you tell the private officer.

Get in the car.

You call my lawyer. We know you respect
her. Get in the goddamn car.

Agent Bannery, what seats is interested
in the Deputy Minister of Labor?

Is seats just involved in the release of
the Russian strippers?

What about the death of Pavel Makarov?

So, his deputy was Deputy Ice Crew?

Deputy Minister.

Oh, like brief.

Yes?

Horny as hell.

Just deny the whole thing. The press
will assume you're lying anyway.

Now my little Sonia can have a good
life.

So there really is a colonial.

Of course.

Here is Victor.

She not sweet, my little duiker?

I promise you and your sister never come
near me again.

But we have such chemistry.

It's powerful, yes?

Let him go.

There's too much woman for him anyway.

A word, Major?

You might as well have this.

I won't be needing it.

Keep on, please. Wait.

Papers have printed apologies.

I've got hard -ass quarters eating out
of my hands.

And civil servants, my God.

They're being civil.

Glad I could help. Oh, you helped.

PM doesn't like being bullied by upstart
most nationals.

He's offering me a new portfolio.

Congratulations.

Do you remember when you pointed out I
really wasn't your boss?

Beg would.

I am now.