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[radar beeps] [indistinct muttering]

[phone dialing] [phone rings]

Man: We need good intelligence.

[slow ambient music]

[phone dialing]

-Am I clear?

Operator: Yeah, you're clear.

[plane engine buzzing]

-So, there's 250 here from 12.

There's 250 from 14.

There's 150 from 6.

And there's 100 from me.

-Everyone's a little short this trip, no?

-Yeah, well, there's been a little competition

around here lately and I'm getting kinda nervous about it.

-Who's the competition?

Bikers.

-They're pushing up the island and they're cutting prices.

-So, getting heavy, or what?

-Well, not yet.

I mean, I can handle it so far, but it's the customers.

They're starting to want a price break.

I feel a price war coming.

-Jim: We'll just have to see how that goes, I guess.

Let me know if it escalates and you start having trouble.

-Jim, there's one more thing I gotta talk to you about.

-Yeah, what?

-It's the wife.

She's got cancer.

-Shit.

-Yeah, and it's bad.

It's throat cancer.

They tried chemo, that hasn't worked.

They say she's got about a year.

-I'm sorry to hear that.

Anything I can do?

-No, there's nothing anybody can do.

It's just, I gotta get out of this business.

I gotta spend time with the wife and kids now.

I'm real sorry, but I gotta quit.

-Yeah?

You got a guy to take over for you?

-Yeah, yeah, I've got a guy.

He's been my right hand a couple of years.

You'll want to meet him.

-Set that up for me?

Yeah.

-Give my love to Karen.

-Yeah. -I'm sorry, man.

-Yeah.

[soft music]

-This unit was in a bloody shambles when I got here.

It's in the shambles but we're not gonna dwell on that.

We're gonna tidy up what needs tidying up, yeah?

-Uh-huh.

-You've spoken to everyone involved?

-Ted: Uh-huh, we're all on board.

-I've got Penhall coming in from Ottawa,

and when he gets here I want everyone

singing from the same song sheet.

-Ted: We're all on board.

-All right.

Then I'm not gonna mention your

incident with the lost briefcase.

-Thank you.

-Some loose ends.

Have you spoken to the family whose girl was abducted?

-I have.

She's doing fine.

She's back at school,

seeing a counselor once a week.

-And what's happening with your informant?

Wasn't he supposed to be coming in?

-Bill, yeah.

Nobody's seen him.

He didn't show up when he was supposed to.

We offered him full protection, but we haven't heard.

-Is he having cold feet or what?

-My guess is Reardon had him vaporized already.

-Do we have any evidence of that?

-No.

-Then let's not speculate, yeah?

It would be a major disaster for me.

-A little rough on Bill, too.

-Try and bring him aboard safely.

-We're waiting on him.

-Well, don't wait.

Go pick him up!

[phone dialing]

-Go grab the rat bastard.

[tense music]

-Shit.

Bill, they're here.

Bill, let's go!

Got your passport?

-Look, I don't know if I'm ready for this, okay?

-Dude, what do you wanna do?

Spend your life selling doughnuts in a mall in Ontario

or sleeping on a beach in Mexico?

-Jim gave you a reprieve.

Take it.

Got your passport? -Yeah.

[doorbell rings] But I got this premonition.

-Yeah, I got one too.

Mine says Jimmy's gonna hunt you down and shoot you

if you don't do what he says.

Then he's gonna come looking for me.

[banging on door] Let's go.

Come on!

[doorbell rings]

[phone rings]

-Yeah? -Yeah, hey.

How we doin'?

Ronnie: Looks good.

Jim: See you in a minute.

[buzzer buzzes]

-Are you all right?

[electronic club music]

-Hello, ladies. -Meeting with Jim.

-You guys got horse shoes up your ass,

that's all I can say.

-This has got to go up to Richard at the ranch.

He's got to pay his guys.

Ronnie: Good, I got the kid here.

Take it up to Richie at the farm.

-Colin's wife's got cancer.

-Oh.

-So, he says he's gonna retire

'cause of the wife, but I think it's 'cause

the bikers put the squeeze on him.

-Jesus.

-Yeah, they're going after our customers on the island.

-We're gonna have to deal with that.

We don't want a war.

-Yeah, no shit.

I'm in a serious short supply of people.

Colin's gone, Bill's gone.

-Speaking of which, we found Bill.

Harvey called. -He's got him?

-He's at the club now.

It's all gonna work out.

-Yeah, he's gotta be gone tomorrow.

-Oh, he'll be gone.

-Jim: Give it a couple of months,

then we'll deal with him.

-Boom boom. -Yeah.

-There's a Roger Deakins from CSIS on the line.

Says it's urgent, wants a meeting urgently.

-Mary: Tonight?

-Uh-huh.

-Shit.

He's gonna be half in the bag already.

-Should I put him off?

-No, I need to talk to him.

Need to get this over with. -On two.

-Get on the other end of this, in case it gets nasty, yeah?

Hello, Roger, it's Mary.

How are you?

I was hoping you'd call.

Tonight?

No, no, that's fine.

I know where that is.

Give me about a half-hour?

Perfect.

I'll see you there.

Okay.

I guess I'm having a late dinner.

Christ.

-He sounded kinda testy.

-Yeah.

Well, I guess he's a right to be.

I'm about to take his job.

Anyway, that's it.

Thank you. -Sure.

[mysterious music]

-You, sir, are a nasty old prick,

and your days are numbered.

You, sir, are a nasty old prick, and your days are numbered.

-It's gonna be tough to replace Colin.

He's a major producer for us.

Everything he grows is double-A.

-Yeah.

He says he's got a guy to take over for him.

I'm gonna have to check him out.

-See, this is our number one problem.

We're not bringing enough people along.

-Yeah, I know.

I know that.

This thing with the bikers makes me nervous.

-Well, we don't want to go to war.

That's not us.

[phone rings]

Oh, I gotta take this.

It's Stella.

-You know what I'm saying? -Yeah, what are ya gonna do?

Hey sweetie.

How are you doing?

-OK.

How are you?

-Oh, just fine.

Hey, listen, I'm gonna be

picking you up at school tomorrow.

I'm really looking forward to seeing ya.

-Me too.

What are you doing right now?

-Nothing.

Just hanging out with Ronnie.

-Ronnie: Tell her I say hi.

-Jim: Ronnie says hi.

-Francine: When did you buy Stella her own phone?

-Oh, hi, Francine.

-Uh-oh.

-You wanna put Stella back on the phone please?

-She's doing homework.

And I can take care of our goddamn daughter myself!

I don't need to be spied on constantly!

-I'm hanging up.

I'll pick Stella up tomorrow.

I'm hanging up.

-You should have told me about this.

Did your dad tell you not to tell me?

Is that it?

-No, I just knew you'd be mad.

-I'm sorry I'm always fighting with your dad.

The reason we fight is 'cause we still love each other.

Understand?

-Uh-huh.

-One day we'll all be under the same roof again.

Anyway, it's time for bed.

School tomorrow.

-Stella: Night, Mom.

-You know I love you.

-Me too.

-You can have this back in the morning, OK?

You need any help with your homework?

-I'm good.

[brooding music]

-I know you're watching me!

Tell Jimmy to kiss my ass!

-I ordered you a glass of red.

-Thank you.

How are you this evening?

-For a man who's about to be put on the rubbish pile,

not too badly.

-I'm sure there's consulting opportunities

for someone with your breadth experience.

-But not with our new intelligence service, apparently.

Apparently, I lack the qualifications

the new regime is looking for.

Well, let me get to the point.

-This conversation's off the record.

-Of course.

-I wasn't in favor of you getting this new job.

-I'm sorry to hear that.

-I don't like your style,

your attitude, how you got where you are

or what you represent.

-And what do I represent?

-You're an opportunist.

You've made a deal with Jimmy Reardon, correct?

Right.

So, while I'm still in charge of my office,

I'm giving you a vote of non-confidence.

-And why is that?

-I believe you've completely overestimated

the value Jimmy Reardon has as an informant.

He's your ticket to my job,

so you exaggerate and inflate his value.

That's why I'm going to insist that I co-handle him.

Every time you have contact with him,

I either want to be there or know about it.

-Am I taking direction from you or Ottawa?

Because my understanding is I answer directly to Ottawa.

-I've already spoken to Ottawa and they agree.

Until you've actually taken my position, I'm running things.

So, you let me know when you plan on seeing Reardon,

and I'll come along.

We'll make it a threesome.

-You know he'll never agree to that.

He'll walk away.

Assets like Jim Reardon don't just come along every day.

-In my estimation,

he's a petty thug, a drug dealer

and a murderer,

with very little intelligence value.

-I wouldn't call a net worth

of half a billion dollars petty.

-I don't believe those numbers.

And I don't believe he's the kind of

people we should be using to build a new service.

-And that, I believe, is exactly why

we are where we are today.

Hopelessly in the dark,

completely reliant on second-hand,

inadequate, unreliable and irrelevant information

from foreign sources not working in

the interests of this country.

If we want to build a relevant

Canadian intelligence service,

Reardon is the kind of asset we need.

-Well, I look forward to meeting him

and assessing that for myself.

You let me know when that can be arranged.

-Hey, Bill's here.

Harvey brought him in.

-Alright. -Hey, you got a minute?

I wanna talk to you about something.

-Yeah.

-I'll be upstairs. -OK.

So don't get me wrong, okay?

I appreciate the job.

Thank you.

-Don't thank me, thank Ronnie.

-Yeah, I already did.

He made a big deal outta saying it was only temporary.

I mean, I know it's only temporary.

But being a doorman in this club

isn't that kind of humiliating?

We own half this joint.

I mean, what does that say to people

that I'm standing out there at the door?

-It says you're back.

And you're letting everybody know it.

-I think it says you don't trust me no more.

-Come on, Mike.

You just started.

-You know, I appreciate it man.

I don't mean I don't appreciate it.

But at least let me tend the bar.

That would say I'm back.

I'd be back at my old job.

-Okay, let me talk to Ronnie.

-Thanks, Jim.

I love you, man.

-Love you too.

-Hey, do you want me to take care of Bill?

You don't need to get your hands dirty, man.

You're a general.

You're not a soldier.

That's the kind of thing I can handle.

-No man, you're gonna stay out of it.

I'm gonna take care of it.

Look, we gotta be very careful right now.

Everybody's got to tuck right under the radar.

I don't want anybody in the family becoming a target.

Nobody.

I don't want you becoming a target.

-I understand.

I understand.

-Are you messing with me?

-No!

[rock music]

-Jim: What's up?

-Hey captain.

-Let's do this upstairs.

[phone rings]

-Yeah?

-Mary: Have you seen Bill Sommers recently?

-No I haven't.

-It would be exquisitely bad timing

if something were to happen to him.

Things would fall apart.

-Well, I haven't seen him.

Maybe he decided to run.

-I need to speak with you about something else.

Jim: I'll call you when I'm free.

Harvey explain everything to you?

-Yeah, thank you.

Alright, so you've got a ticket to Mexico.

You're gonna go down, you're gonna disappear

and you're gonna stay that way.

-OK.

Can I say one thing?

-OK.

Go ahead.

-I wanna say Harvey wasn't in on this,

and I don't think you should punish him for my mistakes.

-All right.

-Thank you.

-You gave me a real hard time, Bill.

-I know, I know.

And I want to say thank you for forgiving me.

I'm sorry for letting you down.

Hey, make sure he gets on that plane

and there's somebody there to meet him on the other end.

-Hey, Jim.

Can you tell your brother not to pinch my ass

every time he goes near me, please?

[somber music]

[answer machine beeps]

-Doctor Jason: It's Doctor Jason calling,

looking for Adam and Mrs. Spalding.

Could you call me please?

Adam walked away from us this evening, and I'm concerned.

Again, it's Doctor Jason at the hospital.

We'd like to see Adam back

here as soon as possible.

[door clunks]

-[gasps] Jesus!

Jesus Christ, Adam!

You scared the daylights out of me.

-Hello, Mary.

-You look terrible. [phone ringing]

My God, what do you think you're doing?

-I've come home.

-You're not staying here.

You should still be in the hospital.

Adam!

Adam!

Don't answer that.

Don't answer that.

-Are you seeing somebody?

Hello?

Who is this?

-Let go of me and give me my god damn phone!

Jesus Christ, Adam.

I'm not putting up with this shit from you!

-This is my house!

You think your pay cheque pays for this?

-If you want the house, have your lawyer send me a check.

[dramatic music]

Don't do this.

I am warning you.

Step aside.

-Take it easy.

You got a pillow, blanket, everything.

You're only have to stay in the trunk

till Bob gets you across the border, alright?

-Thanks, Ronnie.

-Fingers and toes. -[Mumbles]

-So, where are you going?

-See Tac.

Ronnie: 7:00 AM, collect up our recruits.

[somber music]

-Sorry about last night.

I was having a little husband trouble.

-What's on your mind?

-It's been requested from some asshole

up the chain of command

that I introduce you to another handler.

-No, you said it was just gonna be you and me.

-I want it to be.

You can say no.

-No.

-OK.

I said I'd ask.

Thank you.

-Someone giving you a hard time?

-Mmhm.

And if Bill Sommers were to wash up on a beach somewhere,

it would make my life that much worse.

-That's not gonna happen.

-Good.

One other thing.

It would be good if you had something

you could give me something to help sell you.

-Meaning?

-Some insight into your world to help

convince my superiors

that you're worth dealing with.

-You could tell them the bikers are trying

to expand on the island.

They might want to get on top of that before it happens.

-We should clamp down on your competition

for you, is that what you're saying?

-I wouldn't complain.

-I think the news that the bikers are expanding

is pretty much common knowledge.

Let me know if you have something else I can use.

-I'll think about it.

-Next time I want a loaf of bread and milk

from the corner store

I know who I'm gonna call.

If this guy shows up dead somewhere,

you two halfwits are gonna take the credit.

Get out.

-All right.

Just forget it, okay?

Just forget it. Forget it.

-Morning, Mo.

-I'm having nightmares.

I live in terror of an audit.

-I know.

I'm working on that.

-We cannot move any more money through here.

All right?

We have to slow down.

Because I cannot keep up with all the paper

that is not coming in from people on time.

-OK.

What's the problem?

-I'm not getting the invoices we need.

Your guy in Costa Rica is the worst.

OK?

I haven't received any invoices for five months.

I hassle him every week.

-OK, I'll talk to him.

-Well, you want me to do it?

Walk him through it.

Tell him what has to be done?

I mean, he has to actually invoice us for services

he can legitimately provide.

Otherwise, we get audited. -Yeah

Everything collapses.

Anything we can't prove with paper

gets confiscated.

So, you want me or should I have one of the lawyers do it?

-No, I'll call him.

-Oh, and what's happening with the bank machine?

I'm seeing a guy this afternoon.

-We're sitting on too much cash.

-Jim: Yeah, I know.

-Reardon Shipping.

[phone rings]

-Fresh coffee, just made it.

-Oh, thanks.

I'll come get some.

-Hello?

-Hey, is Ronnie there?

-Not yet. -Is that Jimmy?

-Uh, no.

-Tell him to call me, will ya?

-What's going on?

You sound stressed.

-Oh, just the usual business bullshit.

-OK, listen up man.

I'm going up to the lake for a few days,

and I just wanted to know if you wanted to go fishing?

-No, I got too much business.

-Ronnie: Is that Jimmy?

-Hang on.

-What do you need? -Is that Jimmy?

I need to talk to him.

OK, hang on.

Tony wants to know if you want to talk to him.

-Yeah, that's why I called.

-Oh, OK.

Hang on.

He needs to talk to you.

-Give me the phone. [Mike laughs]

-Just give him the phone, Mike!

Jesus!

-Here he is.

He wants to talk to you!

-Yeah?

-Hey.

See our guy off last night?

-Yeah, Bob took him down and saw him onto the plane.

Pete's meeting him on the other end.

I'm expecting his call.

-All right.

I wanna see my lawyer today.

Did you set that up?

-Yeah, he's waiting on your call.

So, are you coming in tonight or what?

-No, I've got Stella tonight.

I think I'm just gonna lay low and stay in.

-OK.

Well, I'm here, boss.

-Hey!

-Jesus!

How about knocking, Mike?

-Hey, I brought you some coffee.

Jesus yourself.

Sike, you gotta be nice.

-Jackass!

[phone dialing]

-Hola, baby.

Hey, it's me.

What are you doing for the next couple of days?

Do you wanna come and get some sun?

[laughs]

Yeah, me too!

[knocks]

-Any sign of our witness?

-No, nothing.

-Let me know.

-I'll keep an eye on the obits.

-Sheila.

-Morning.

-Could you please call this number?

See if there's a safe house available for me.

-Any special requirements?

-En suite would be nice.

Good morning, Arthur.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

-Not at all.

I was just chatting with the charming Sheila.

Shiela: Can I get you anything, Inspector?

-No, thank you.

-How are you?

-Fine.

Actually, I'm not fine.

I'm having a procedural problem

with your head of office out here.

-Ah, our Mr Deakins.

Where's the problem?

-I had dinner with him last night,

and he said he had that he had, and I quote,

"No confidence in this informant."

And he was insisting that I take him on as a co-handler.

-Is that a problem for you?

-It's not a problem for me.

It's a big problem for the informant.

I spoke to him,

and he said he will not accept

another handler, besides myself.

-How's that informant doing for us?

Is he living up to expectations?

-He will do.

He's absolutely irreplaceable.

It's the beginning of our relationship,

and I'm concerned we're gonna blow it

before it's even gotten started.

So, I'm looking for advice

on how to deal with this.

-I'll speak to the committee about Deakins.

-In the meantime I just stall him, yeah?

-If that's your tactic.

But you didn't hear that from me.

-Thank you.

-Arthur: Can we talk about China?

-Yeah.

-I've been waiting almost two months for these machines.

What's the hold-up?

Are they coming or not?

-I've got some really good machines coming in, OK?

You just gotta be patient.

You don't want those ones.

Those ones are a pain in the ass.

-Well, if they're gonna take this long,

maybe I ought to order more right now.

-Yeah well, that's probably a good idea.

But I'll warn you right now,

maintenance on these, even on the good ones,

is a bitch, OK?

You gotta baby-sit these things.

It's a lot of work.

-OK.

Well, order me some new ones then.

The good ones.

-The good ones are like like 20 grand a pop.

-Alright, get as many as you can.

Whatever you gotta do to get 'em fast, do it.

-Yeah, well you know, but everybody wants those machines.

I mean, they're really hard to get.

They make a lot of money.

Everybody wants them.

-You gotta get 'em for me, please.

OK?

I don't care how much they cost.

I gotta have 'em.

-Yeah, all right. -All right.

-It's the biggest single problem they have.

They need to launder their money.

-Yeah, we're very weak on that front.

-Mhm.

But we have an opportunity to get inside.

We have a case against this gentleman

running the currency exchange.

-Yeah, right.

-How far along are we on that?

-Well, we'll probably go to the Crown this week.

If they approve charges, we'll be making an arrest.

-He's a pretty big fish.

-He's a very big fish.

He's been washing money for everybody.

Vietnamese, Chinese.

Even the bikers on occasion.

One-stop laundry.

-How about if we don't make that arrest

and see if we can make a deal with this guy?

-Oh, I don't think

that would go down very well with the investigators.

-I wanna know who's laundering money on this coast

and this guy has the connections.

He's doing it successfully.

People are coming to him to wash their money.

-A lot of people have been working hard

to shut this guy down.

-If we shut him down, we put him away,

the bad guys go find somebody else.

And we take,

how long did it take to find this guy?

-I don't know, five years.

-Five years to find this guy.

Five years to find the new guy.

Same old cycle.

I don't know how many times do I have to say this.

We need information.

-But you don't know whether he'll co-operate.

-No.

That's why I'd like you to set up a meeting for me.

-It's your call.

-Yes, it is.

Thank you.

[knocking]

-Is Stella with you?

-No, she's over at a friend's.

-Open the door.

-No, say what you want to say from there.

-I was supposed to pick her up from school today.

-Francine: Did you have somebody

watching my house last night?

-Frankie, it's exchange day.

You know that.

We talked about this. -Yes or no?

I saw one of your goon boys out there last night.

Yes or no? -It was a cop.

It was a cop!

-Why was a cop watching me?

-Because I asked him to, because of what happened before.

You know that!

Christ! -Whatever.

Whatever.

The point is, Stella's gonna stay with me

for at least another week.

Maybe more.

-Really?

Is she here?

Is she here right now?

Open the door.

Is she here? Open the door!

-I'll call the cops, Jimmy!

[phone dialing] I'm calling!

Please, my ex-husband is here,

and he's breaking in.

Can you please send somebody over?

My ex-husband is at my back door and he's breaking in!

Can you please send somebody!

Get out!

Get out!

[somber music]

-Where is she?

-She's not here.

-He's here! -Stella?

-He's in the house now!

He's in the house.

He's in the house right now.

Can you please, please send somebody over?

[sobbing] Please?

[crying]

-Jim: Where is she?

Where is she?

-She's not here!

-What are you doing?

-I can take care of her!

I can take good care of her,

so leave us alone!

-I'm not leaving until I get her!

-And leave us alone!

You heard that!

He won't leave!

[plates shatters]

You heard that.

He won't leave.

-Jim: Afternoon.

-Everything all right here, sir?

-No, actually.

No, it's not all right.

I'm the father.

We have an exchange day.

This is supposed to be the exchange day.

We have joint custody, rigth?

-OK, could I see some ID please sir?

-He broke in the back door and scared the hell out of us!

I had to lock my daughter in the closet!

-That's bullshit!

-Policeman: OK, calm down.

Calm down.

-Did you fucking hear that?

-I'm gonna ask you to come and sit in the car.

OK?

Sir, please sit in the car.

It's just gonna get worse if you don't.

-And you can have your phone back!

-Ma'am, don't do that. -Keep on moving.

-Officer: Ma'am calm down.

-We'll talk it out in the car, OK?

-Officer: Tell me is your daughter in the house?

-No, she's at my sister's.

-You said she was locked in a closet.

-I meant in the past, I've had to hide her

in the closet whenever he comes.

-Officer: I'm gonna have to look around, OK?

-Sure. [sobbing]

Sure, go ahead.

What's your name?

-John.

-Thank you, thank you, thank you,John.

Oh, my God.

-Ted.

-We're in good shape.

I think I have some good ammunition against Mary.

I'd like a vodka Martini.

A double.

And I'll have the trout.

-What's the ammunition?

-I had an informant in with Reardon,

one of his grow-op lieutenants.

Bill Sommers?

Anyway, Reardon found out he was informing,

threatened to have him killed.

I took all this to Mary,

but she insisted we back off Reardon,

despite having a conspiracy to solicit murder on him.

And we were in the midst of getting

this guy in the witness.

But he's gone.

-Dead?

-Ted: I don't know for sure.

-You got all this on record?

-Uh-huh.

-All right.

That's good.

If we need it.

What did Penhall want?

Did you find out?

-They're all in a big flap about China.

Apparently, we have a huge intelligence deficit.

There's a surprise.

-China.

Good God.

They've had agents here since they built

the bloody railroad.

A country of three billion people,

a billion of whom are police of some sort.

Of course we've got a goddamn intel deficit.

-There's...

There's something else I wanted to bring up.

Obviously, neither you nor I

want to see Mary get your job.

-Obviously.

But at some point

you're gonna move on.

-Ultimately.

-I'd like to be considered.

-Well, you'll need some good connections in Ottawa.

-I have a very good friend in the director's office.

I just need your endorsement.

-Well, let's see how it goes with Mary.

No point in talking about you,

if we can't take care of her.

-I'm gonna suggest that you don't go back there again.

Let me file for sole custody, get that underway.

-I don't want this thing dragging out.

-Let me get into it in the morning, OK?

-Hey Ton, how you doing?

-Yeah, I'm good.

Thanks for getting my uncle off.

-Yeah, no problem.

-So, what happened?

Last time I talked to you

you were on your way to pick up Stella.

-Yeah, Francine happened.

-OK, look.

Let's go eat, all right?

You probably didn't eat.

You're gonna feel a lot better when you eat.

[gentle music]

[club music]

-Some guy puked in the sink.

-Yeah, what?

-Some guy puked in the sink.

Can you clean it up, please?

-Excuse me?

-There's a mop and a bucket in the kitchen.

Come on, please.

And use the disinfectant, 'cause it reeks.

-So, I'm the guy who cleans out the puke now?

Hey, that's great!

I'm feeling a little bagged, Tone.

I think I'm gonna split.

-I don't think you should be doing anything stupid tonight.

OK? -No, I'm fine.

I just suddenly got tired, that's all.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

-What do you say, I sit here, you lie on the couch,

and you can tell me what a bitch

Francine is all night?

We haven't done that in a while.

-Tone, it's me. -Go away.

-I'm gonna get us a few drinks, OK?

Let's remember what happened earlier in the evening.

You've just got to relax.

The lawyer's on it.

You're gonna see Stella tomorrow for sure.

-Yeah, okay.

All right.

-Lie down.

Mike.

Michael, you gotta go watch Jim, all right?

Make sure he doesn't leave.

-OK.

So, I'm the guy who watches Jimmy now?

-All right, everyone.

It's last call.

Last chance for a lap dance.

-Clean up the puke, what is that?

-Jim: Somebody's got to do it.

Yeah.

-What are you gonna do about Stella?

-Wait it out.

-Yeah, it's hard, man.

-I'm gonna head home, Mike.

-Yeah, you go peace out man.

I can handle things around here.

-I wanted to ask you.

You remember that guy

you introduced me to in the pen?

-Oh, the Chinese guy? -Yeah.

-What about him?

-You said he had a guy inside

the Organised Crime Unit, right?

-Yeah, a guy named Lee.

-Who's your guy with?

-The Red Eagles.

-Red Eagles.

And the guy in the OCU, is he with the Red Eagles?

Or what's the connection--

-He's probably with the group that runs

the Eagles from Hong Kong.

Why, you want to get into business?

-Maybe. -Well, let me know, man.

I'll hook you up.

-Why do you gotta talk to me like that?

-Come on.

I was talking Jimmy out of going over

and going off on Francine.

-No, it's only in front of other people,

and it hurts me.

-If you want an apology, you're not gonna get one.

I'm not gonna apologize.

You were like pushing on the door.

What do you think?

-Am I gonna get a ride home,

or are you gonna sulk for a week

'cause I corrected you?

-Where's Jimmy?

-You know,

we shouldn't have let Bill go off

to Mexico like that.

We should have settled that the right way.

-Did Jim leave?

-Yeah, he went home.

[knocking]

-Hello?

-How are you doing?

-I've had better days.

-Want a drink?

-Yeah, I'd love one.

Vodka, if you've got it.

-I've got it. -Just neat.

I think I got something for you.

-Mhm?

-My brother knows these guys, the Red Eagles.

You know of them?

-Fairly small, but active.

Mostly heroin.

Occasional botched abduction.

-You haven't had much luck getting to them, have you?

-No.

We've been close, but they always seem to just slip away.

-That's 'cause they have someone inside your unit.

-My unit?

-Yeah.

Right in the wire room.

-You're telling me I've got a fucking mole in my wire room?

-Yeah.

-Jesus.

Are you certain?

-Yeah, I think his name's Lee.

-Lee.

-Was that the kind of thing you were looking for?

So, now you offer to do something for me.

That's how this works, right?

-Is there something I can help you with?

-Yeah.

My ex-wife just took my daughter away,

and she won't let me see her at all.

I was thinking, maybe you know somebody

who could pull some strings,

help me get custody.

-I'm not really experienced there.

But I could probably ask some questions for you. -Yeah?

-Did you pass on that tip about the bikers yet?

-Oh, not yet, but I will.

-Christ.

[knocking]

-Morning, Lee.

-Morning, Inspector.

-Mary: What are you working on?

-Same thing.

Red Eagles.

-Right.

I'm gonna pull you off that,

until we find out from the Crown

whether we have enough for charges.

Bring me a summary of what you have so far, yeah?

-Lee: Sure.

-Hi.

Could you find anything we have on Francine Reardon,

the ex-Mrs. James Reardon?

-Ben, hey.

Let's get together for a drink.

-Ben: Sure, any time.

[knocking]

Mary: Come in.

Ted: You'll want to see this.

-What am I looking at?

-Bill Sommers, former informant,

relaxing in his beach-front condo in Veracruz.

The reason he looks so relaxed

is the three bullet holes

in the back of his head.

The Mexican authorities are wondering

if we might have any idea who pumped him.

-Have they got anything to go on?

-Ted: Not yet.

-Jesus.

-That's Reardon's handiwork.

You've got blood on your hands now.

-Hey.

What the hell happened?

I thought we were gonna wait a couple of months.

-Pete called, he's already been questioned by the Mexicans.

He swears he didn't do it.

I believe him.

Why would he, when we told him just keep an eye on him?

-All right.

Well, what else did he say?

-He picked Bill up at the airport,

went back to his condo on the beach,

had two drinks and he left.

He's not gonna be seen by people,

go back and plug him.

Hey, it wasn't us.

-Where's Mike?

-He told me he went up to the lake for the weekend.

-Did you try him?

-Yeah, he's not answering.

Straight to voicemail.

-Shit.

All right.

All right.

-I have some very bad news.

-I heard.

Reardon had his informant killed.

-Well, we aren't certain of that,

but that's not the bad news I was talking about.

This is potentially much worse.

-All right.

-Several years ago my predecessor here

brought over a couple of Hong Kong detectives

to work with us on the Triad connections.

-I remember.

-We've never really gotten anything significant

out of their work here, aside from picking off some minor

heroin smugglers.

Individuals body-packing very small amounts.

When I arrived here,

I let one of them go back to Hong Kong.

We kept the other one on.

Lee.

The reason we've never gotten

any useful intelligence out of him

is that I've recently been informed

he's working for the Triads.

-Is this reliable?

-Straight from Jim Reardon.

-How exposed are you?

-Our pants are around our bloody ankles.

It's devastating.

Any operations we've had,

I have to assume were passed on to Hong Kong.

-Did he have access to other investigations?

-Not that I know of.

And I've thrown up a firewall around him.

-Good God.

[somber music]

[car engine humming]

-Colin: Oh, hey.

How's it going?

[gun firing]

-I need you to get some background on a cop for me.

-Yeah, OK.

Who am I looking at?

-Mary Spalding.

-She's the head of the Organized Crime Unit.

-Yeah.

-All right, what do you want to know?

-Everything.

Where she lives.

What she eats.

What's her favorite color?

Does she have any allergies?

Everything.

-Man: All right, I'll see what I can do.

-There you go. -God bless you.

-Hey, I'm sorry to hear about Colin.

-What about him?

-He just got killed in his driveway.

-Do they know who?

-No, nothing.

Shit, so you know I'm sorry.

I thought you would have heard about it.

[car engine fires up]

[tires screeching]

-You look like you want a drink.

-Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

Mary: Take a look at this.

-Poor Bill.

-What happened?

-I put him on a plane and sent him to Mexico.

-There was no contract on him?

-Not from me, there wasn't.

What have they got for leads?

-Nothing that I've heard of.

-You know, I told you about the bikers expanding

on the island, didn't I?

-Mhm.

-Yeah, well they killed a friend of mine today.

-I'm very sorry to hear that.

-I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know

how that investigation goes.

-Sure.

Is this the beginning of a war?

-I don't know. [dreary music]

God, I hope not.

What goes around comes around, I guess.

Right?

-Yeah.

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