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[siren wailing]

[beeping]

Man: We need good intelligence.

[upbeat music]

-I'm gonna need this in American currency.

-American, all right.

-It has to be transferred to the Seattle account.

It has to be there tomorrow morning.

-All right, I'll let 'em know.

American, Seattle, tomorrow morning.

[engine starting]

-This is goin' back a couple years now,

when a friend of mine just got released from doin' a bit.

He'd been inside with a guy who used currency exchange

to launder some cash.

-Man: Where is that exchange?

-Power off of Dunsmere.

You'd probably seen it a thousand times.

-So, when this guy gets out,

he comes to me with the idea of hittin' the exchange.

I had nothing to do, right, so I check it out.

He's right.

Bikers are taking big money there

a couple nights a week.

-Are they still doing the same way?

-We'll see, so far it looks like it.

It's an easy score.

-Man: Medium rare.

-Man: So what's the courier taking with them?

And what's the best night?

-Man: Don't know.

I'm still doing surveillance on that.

We're figure it out.

-Nobody gets hurt, right?

-Yeah, yeah, nobody.

[upbeat music]

-What happened?

Leave town for five minutes and your mole gets killed?

-It gets worse.

Turns out Lee wasn't the only we got.

-Man: Say what?

-Somebody ratted on my rat.

-Kidding. This looks like my guy.

-Woman: What's his story?

-CIA for a few years, NSA, DEA, lots of covert work,

then they sacked him, so he's got an ax to grind.

-Gotta like that.

-Yeah.

-Hey Eddie.

-How you doin'?

Mary.

Flannegan.

-Thank you for coming.

-Oh sure, oh sure.

Eddie, you wanna leave us alone for a while?

-Yeah.

Catch you later.

[engine starting]

-Eddie said you wanted some kind of perspective

on what the American's are doing up here.

-That's right.

-I'll give you my view,

but nobody knows you're talking to me.

-All right.

-Anything I tell you, you keep to yourself.

-Likewise.

-Okay.

-Okay.

So, my problem is I've got a very leaky system.

I found one mole, now it turns out I've got another.

How pervasive do you think that is?

-Flanagan: You mean how many informants are there

in your system?

-Mary: Yeah.

-Well, okay broad strokes, what I know,

your entire intelligence community is full of moles.

Chinese, Americans, Russians, count on it.

This is an old boys network,

they all go to college together,

they all stay in touch.

This is everywhere.

It's nothin' new.

This goes back as far as the '50s.

A lot of Canadians go south to college.

That's where the agency starts recruiting.

-Yeah, I know.

I was approached when I was at Columbia.

I said no thanks.

-You're probably still on a list somewhere.

-No doubt.

-So what do you want in particular?

-See if you can find some history on any of these names.

[lively music]

[door buzzing]

-Man: It's gonna be an account with a Nigerian World Bank.

-American currency in the Seattle account.

-Seattle account, okay.

-Your phone logs record a call you made to a commissioner

in the Hong Kong police.

-Right.

Sam Cole.

-And why did you place that call?

-He was the one who first recommended

that I hire Lee to help with our triad projects.

-Man: And what did you ask him specifically?

-I asked him if he would please immediately

send me any background he had on Lee.

-You didn't tell him Lee was a suspected mole?

-No.

I told him we were considering Lee for a project,

and wanted to ensure he had the background necessary

for a security clearance.

-Man: And what was that project?

-That's confidential.

-Good.

Just answer the questions like that and you'll be fine.

Let me know when you've had the interview.

-Okay.

Thanks.

-How many girls you got for me tomorrow?

-Three, like you asked.

Did you want to approve them?

-Do I know them?

-You know Claire, I don't think you know the other girls.

-Claire.

I like Claire.

And you, are you coming?

-No.

-I'd like you to be there.

-I told you I don't like drunk college boys.

-Man: These aren't college boys.

-I don't do conventions either.

-This isn't a convention.

It's a meeting.

They're all civilized people.

-Am I going to need security for my girls?

-They won't cause any trouble.

They're just here to make some deals,

and have a good time.

-You'll like the new girls.

You'll be satisfied.

Now get dressed, hurry up, I have to go.

[dance music]

-So what, do you have your own private dressing room now?

-Uh-huh.

You're in there with the other girls now.

[door creaking]

-Man: Anyway, we should have a pretty good idea,

scheduled drop sometime this week.

-Man: Who's gonna do what?

-Man: Bob's in charge of the planning.

We'll take care of the expenses,

and you guys are gonna execute.

You'll get a couple guys you figure

can pull this off, right?

-Yeah, we got some good young guys.

They're new and they're lookin' for work.

-They're gonna want like 15 to 20 grand each.

You okay with that?

-Sounds good.

-Are we gonna need a couple dry runs

before the real thing?

-We get one dry run.

-Okay.

It's better than none.

Let me know.

-Man: Talk to you soon.

-Man: Yeah.

-Man: You sure you feel comfortable

working with these guys?

-Man: Yeah, these guys know how to keep their mouth shut.

-Man: Well, you got more faith than I do.

-Man, you keep pushing me to do somethin'.

I'm doin' something.

-Yeah, that's the whole idea, you know.

Start a couple fires in their backyard,

give them somethin' to think about.

-I'm not arguing with the strategy,

I'm arguing who we're gettin' into bed with here.

Let me know if there's anything I can do...

[background noise drowns out dialogue]

-Hey babe.

I thought you might want some light in here.

-That would be a start.

Why am I stuck in here?

-'Cause Sweet's got Ronnie pussy whipped.

-Everything's okay for tomorrow?

-Yes, everything is good.

I have three girls that are going up to the hotel room

after the gentlemen are finished their thing.

The girls know that they need

the room keys to let themselves in,

so we'll be getting the room keys.

-Very nice.

Have you seen Tina lately?

She's not answering my calls.

-Bad girl.

I'll let her know that she is to call you.

-This is the second time.

You might wanna let her know that the third time

is a deportation order.

-I'm sorry, I'll make sure that she understands.

-Mary: Call me when you have the keys.

When's your daughter due?

-Day after tomorrow.

[laughs]

So excited I can barely sleep.

I'd love for them to meet you.

-I look forward to it.

These girls tomorrow, they know what to do?

-Woman: Mm-hmm.

-They're just passing off the keys.

I don't want them involved otherwise.

-They understand.

-Give them this number, have them call Martin,

and confirm.

To your daughter.

[glasses clanking]

[lively dance music]

-Man: Hey, I gotta catch up with this guy.

Talk to ya later.

Good to see ya, take it easy.

-What's happenin', fellas?

You got a strange phone call from a friend of mine.

He's a lawyer, mostly big time family law.

You got a visit from your ex the other day.

You got all nervous about it,

and you gave me a call.

-And?

-Apparently Francine was in his office

shooting her mouth off about all of your business.

How she was there when all the deals were done.

Anyway, this guy broke a sweat just telling me about it.

-What's she after?

-I don't know.

You tell me.

This ain't good, Jimmy.

-Jimmy: When'd this happen?

-Man: Just the other day.

What do want me to tell this guy?

-Is he gonna see her again?

-Well, he will if you say that it's okay.

I mean, at this point

I think that it's probably a good idea if he was her lawyer,

do you know what I mean?

-Why, what'd she tell him?

-Everything, man.

I mean, where your first grow op was,

who all your old friends are,

how you keep all the money next door.

I mean, something's gotta be done, Jimmy.

-All right, you tell this guy he's her lawyer now.

Ronnie.

-Yeah.

-You talk to Sweet about gettin' that condo

across the street yet?

-Yeah, we're goin' there tomorrow.

-All right, we gotta get on that.

-I'm on it, I'm gettin' the keys from the agent,

and we're gonna go take a look.

-It's happenin'.

She'll be comin' in sometime tomorrow.

[dramatic music]

-My guy took Reardon to sample,

they set up a deal for 200 pounds

to start the ball rolling.

-Where are you gettin' the product?

-Driver: We're bringin' that in.

-It's gotta be top grade.

It can't be any old rag weed,

and you guys got no freezer.

-No, no, this is double A stuff.

We confiscated it a month ago, it's fresh,

from here originally.

It's gonna pass.

-When's it comin' in?

-Driver: Next day or two.

-All right, let me know.

I wanna have a look at it and make sure it looks good.

-Suit yourself.

I'll let you have a look when it rolls in.

-Okay, so I ran those names, got a hit on Dick Royden,

he's a CSIS director, inner circle.

-That's right, yeah, what's his story?

-Well, he did do some work for the CIA in the early '90s.

He was associated with the think tank they ran.

-Mary: Think tank, what sort of thing?

-The usual, these guys,

they like to run various scenarios

that the agency is interested in.

What if that happened,

what if this government was to collapse?

What if Quebec separates?

What about he hydro electric deals, the water deals?

I think Royden was on that one.

-Where was he before CSIS?

There's a black out on his file for a couple of years there.

The late '90s.

-He was with the department of defense.

I assume he ran similar games for your guys,

and shared it with his American friends.

-Let me ask you something.

If you were to hazard a guess,

how deeply do you believe CSIS

has already been infiltrated by you guys?

-By us?

Since inception.

CSIS is probably our idea in the first place.

-Right.

So what do I owe you for this?

-I got a guy I'm lookin' for,

and I was hopin' you could maybe help me out.

-Mary: And this is?

-Luiz Falcone.

He's a big importer of cocaine.

He's supposed to be hiding out up here.

-What's his game?

-Well, we pick him up, deliver him to Mexico,

there's a big payday.

-You and Eddie?

-Yeah.

-You're just planning on snatching this guy,

throw him in the gunny sack, something like that?

-Probably a little more sophisticated than that, maybe,

but that's the general idea.

-You really shouldn't be telling me this shit.

-I shouldn't be telling you about Dick Royden either.

-What are you askin'?

-I'm just trying to give you a heads up.

I don't wanna step on your toes

if you're runnin' an operation on the guy.

-Never heard of him.

-What else do you need?

-These other names I gave you, they came up clean.

Penhall, Mallaby?

-I couldn't find anything on 'em.

-Thank you.

-Sure.

[dramatic music]

-Do me a favor.

Don't get caught with Falcone in the trunk of your car.

-It's not my car.

-Right.

Okay.

That's for the other.

-These are known members of the Disciples

and a handful of wannabees.

-All right.

Good job.

-Yeah, we try.

I guess now I shouldn't be too surprised

if one or two of them end up in the morgue.

-There you go.

Don't say I never do anything for ya.

-What's this?

-Man: Season's tickets.

Enjoy.

-Man, are you kidding me?

-Center ice.

-Man: When's this guy gonna show?

I got a couple of meetings I gotta make today.

-Man: Let me make a call.

[phone beeping]

-Man: Yeah.

-Man: Hey.

-I'm not gonna make it man.

Reardon's got a tail on me.

- All right.

Well, let's do this when you can.

Reardon's got a tail on him.

What do you wanna do?

-Go ahead and deliver it to him.

It's probably what Reardon's waitin' for.

These guys, he sees the delivery go down,

he knows the weeds in town,

he's gonna wanna make it happen.

You need a guy to help out with that, let me know.

-Nah, I got a guy.

I'm on it.

[dramatic music]

-I just interviewed Roger Deakins regarding your mole.

-And how'd that go?

-He was well prepared.

-Meaning?

-Meaning I think he was well coached

in how to explain his phone call

to the commissioner in Hong Kong.

-He admitted to calling Hong Kong?

-Uh-huh.

Admitted to calling, and expressed his deep regrets

over Lee's murder.

-Did he say why he made the call?

-Yeah, said he was concerned

about Lee's security clearance.

Wanted to reconfirm he had a clean slate in Hong Kong,

stand up under another security check.

-He's saying it was a background check?

-Yeah.

Anyway, we're making some other calls to Hong Kong.

I expect we'll get the same answers.

We'll probably get the same story on the other side.

-Are you planning on interviewing any of the others?

-I made the calls.

I don't think we're gonna get much cooperation.

Royden already denied us access to his phone records.

-I need to know who else might have had access

to any confidential reports on Lee.

What happened to the CSIS reports,

what happened to my reports,

and everybody who had access to those?

-I'm not gonna cooperate on that.

-You can do that.

That's within the parameters of your investigation.

You can ask the question.

-Okay, I can try.

-I appreciate it.

-Man: I'll let you know.

[engine revving]

-Man On Bike: Hey brother.

How you doin', man?

-So what do we know?

-Well, I'm takin' money out of the pool hall.

Three times a week to the exchange, man.

I mean, they do a small run midweek.

Very small.

But they got some big cash,

big cash coming in on the weekends.

Sunday, the exchange is closed.

Saturday night's probably the best time to hit 'em.

-Okay, well, stick with it, keep watchin'.

Let me know if you see an opportunity.

-Cool.

-So Saturday night's when the big dough rolls in.

-You wanna hit the exchange

or you wanna hit the biker delivery?

-Not a delivery.

It's just the one guy.

We hit the exchange, we may get a bigger payday,

but the delivery's easier.

-Well, let's just say the delivery day

'cause it sends the right message.

It is simple, right?

-Yeah, it's just the one guy.

-You got it all worked out?

-Not yet, just still working out the details.

-Hey Jimmy.

How we doin' with your new guy from up north?

They still comin' through.

-We're still checkin' 'em out.

-Can't take a few days?

I mean, it's cool so far.

I think he's still waitin' on a delivery.

-Yeah, we could use a product.

How's that gonna happen?

-Can't say.

Sometimes in the next week or so.

-Yeah, we're still waitin' on the word from the mill.

Yeah, apparently they got back orders to fill.

Yeah, all right, let me know.

[knocking]

Mr. Mallaby would like a moment.

-Send him in.

-Thank you.

How we doing?

-Mary: Gettin' by, and you?

-Vancouver Homicide's making waves in Ottawa

over Lee's death.

Making a few people very uncomfortable.

-Who's upset about what?

-I was hoping you might be able to speak to homicide

and back them off.

-I don't think I wanna try and tell Vancouver Homicide

how to conduct their investigation.

-Well, you might be able to let them know

we're satisfied we found the leak.

Mr. Deakins inadvertently made a mistake,

we're satisfied with that.

Detective Harvey doesn't need to be pursuing people

in the security and intelligence minister's office.

-Why would he be doing that?

-He has it in his head that some of the minister's people

might have had access to our reports

and to your report on the mole.

-So you're content with the explanation

that it was Deakin's, that it was inadvertent?

-We are.

And we feel that the homicide investigation

should be pursuing the Hong Kong officer,

and not our people.

So, if you have any influence there,

it'd be good if you could steer them that way.

-All right.

I'll give 'em a call, see what he says.

-Thank you.

-As soon as I hear anything.

[dramatic music]

Call me.

I don't know who you've spoke to, but you've hit a nerve.

-Let me help you with that.

-Thank you.

They'll be having drinks at seven, dinner at eight,

I'm in 703.

They're all staying on the same floor.

Thank you.

-What time are you going up to the room?

-We're supposed to be in there before nine.

-Okay, go up to the room around eight,

and call me on the number I gave you.

When you're alone in the room.

-Eight o'clock.

-Man: So what do you think?

-How much are they askin'?

-A million two.

-I'll tell you what I think, I think it's overpriced.

You'd be crazy to pay that.

-Ah, don't worry about that.

What do you think, you want it?

-Do I want it?

-You been renting, they won't let you paint.

I think it's time you had your own place.

-You'd be giving this to me?

-Yes.

-Are you kidding me?

-No.

Oh my God.

-Check out the dining room, you're gonna flip.

Oh my God.

-All you gotta do is let us stash some cash here.

-Right.

Jesus Christ, Ronnie, you can be such an asshole sometimes.

-What, come on, what did you think?

-I'm not sittin' on your money stash.

-What, what did you think?

I was gonna give it to you for nothing.

Come on, be reasonable.

-You ever think I might want some privacy in my life?

Some place where somebody's not just comin' in.

Hey Sweet, just pickin' up some cash.

I might be doin' somethin'.

You ever think about that?

-Nobody would bother you.

It'd be like maybe once or twice a week.

You wouldn't even necessarily have to be here.

Maybe Mike comes, he gets the money.

-Mike?

Think I want Mike in my apartment?

How about there's just a little corner of my life

that's just for me?

-We'd be doin' some upgrades, marble countertops,

bathroom tiles, couple of steal plates on the door.

What do you think, huh?

Hey.

Come on.

Anything you want.

Concrete, good thick walls.

[lively music]

-Yeah, so we run from the pool, straight down Hastings,

around 1:30, quarter to 2:00, Friday Saturday night.

Now, he's supposed to go straight to the exchange.

But sometimes he doesn't.

Why?

Why?

Because he's hungry.

Look, pull in over here, brother.

Yeah, yeah.

Every other night or so,

he stops here to pick up a sandwich.

Now this place closes at 2:00,

so he's gotta get it on the way

or it's closed on the way back.

He leaves his money in the trunk.

He goes in, orders his sandwich.

He comes back out, stands watching his car

until the sandwich is ready.

Then he goes back in to pick it up.

That's when we hit 'em.

We got two guys on the sidewalk,

we grab them keys, we pop the trunk, we grab the cash,

we out.

-Why don't we just steal the car while he's inside?

-Or we could just steal the car.

[lively music]

-I made three calls.

One to the solicitor general's office.

They haven't called back.

I think I spoke to Mr. Penhall at CSIS HQ.

-What'd he have to say?

-Oh, he was very cooperative,

and assured me that no classified records

of anything so sensitive as a mole

would ever been seen by anyone but himself

and the solicitor general.

-Right, standard bullshit ass covering.

-Yeah.

The third call was to the minister responsible

for security and intelligence.

I spoke to the minister's secretary and asked

would you have time to speak to me about this?

She wants to know what's it about.

It's about a homicide in Vancouver, highly sensitive.

Five minute later, I get a call from his press secretary

asking if this is about the Chinese mole.

-His press secretary?

-Knew all about it.

Asked if charges were being laid.

What was going to be in the press,

when should the minister be prepared

for questions from the media.

-Jesus Christ.

And he felt it was okay

to talk to the media about this?

-Man: Apparently.

[dramatic music]

-Okay, he just picked up the weed.

-So every time a customer takes cash

out of one of these things,

his bank has to pay you back your money

he just took from your machine?

-Yeah, that's right, yeah.

-Okay.

And when the bank reimburses you the money,

they just send it to your friend Vic who fronts it for you?

-Yeah.

Vic's got the vending machine outfit.

-But then Vic's gotta send it back

in payment for some other service or something, right?

-Mm-Hmm, right.

-I'm thinking you could eliminate

the last two transactions, land your money offshore.

Just tell your bank to pay directly to your offshore bank.

Eliminate the two middle moves.

-I don't have an offshore bank account.

-We can get you one.

You wanna talk to your bankers,

they gonna be cool with this?

-Yeah, let me ask 'em.

Ronnie, how'd it work out with Sweet?

-I'm workin' on it.

[knocking]

-Woman: Hey.

-Ronnie: Hey.

-Thank you.

-So you think about the condo?

-Yeah, I thought about it.

-And?

-Would the condo be in my name?

-It'll be in a holding company.

You don't want it in your name.

-Yes, I do.

-Well, that's not the way it works.

-Come on, I mean, we fall out, you get mad at me,

what happens?

-That's not gonna happen.

-Seriously, I mean you run so hot and cold

one minute to the next.

What am I supposed to think?

If you want me to stash the money,

then I need to know it's worth the risk.

-Come on, what, you don't trust me now?

-You won't even let me meet your mother.

-You wanna meet my mother?

All right, I'll set it up.

-I don't wanna meet your mother.

I want the condo in my name.

I'm gonna hold the money, I want the condo in my name.

Yes or no?

-Let me talk to Jimmy.

-Oh what, you gotta talk to Jimmy about everything?

-Yeah, we're partners, that's how it works.

-And what are we?

-Why are you bustin' my balls over this?

-Because if I'm gonna take the risk,

I want the reward.

Yes or no?

-All right, fine.

It'll be in your name.

-Woman: Thank you.

[dramatic music]

-Thank you, darling.

So what's your story?

Where you from?

-Small town in Montenegro.

-Oh yeah.

What's that like?

-Empty.

No young people.

Only grandmas and babies.

Everyone else has either left or died.

Who do you work for?

-Santa Claus.

I'm one of the bad elves.

[shutter clicking]

Do you mind if I take your picture?

-What for?

-I just take pictures.

-Katrina says that you can help me with the Visa.

-That's true.

I can.

-What is that going to cost me?

-Just the sort of thing you're doing now.

[laughing]

-Not bad.

-Not bad.

Very nice.

Very nice.

-I've got real concerns about what happens

to anything I'm passing on up the line.

I don't know who's getting access to my reports.

Harvey called the minister's office,

talked to his press secretary.

He says he saw a confidential report for me.

It identified my office,

it was clear that we discovered a mole,

that he was a Chinese national,

and he's been here since '96.

-A lot of loose paper there.

-And it scares the shit out of me

when I stop to think about it.

-You didn't really expect

it was gonna be any other way, did you?

-I didn't think it was gonna be this loose.

I think sometimes what's the point

if everybody has access to everything.

We're bloody well doomed.

Christ, some minister's press secretary somewhere,

ripping open confidential documents with the excuse

that, well, the minister might face a question

in the question period and he doesn't want egg on his face.

I would have been far better off

if I hadn't told a fucking soul

that a mole in the wire room.

-Probably.

-He could have gone to me while he was still alive,

come to an arrangement privately.

Instead he's dead,

and I'll never know if it's because

Deakin's made an innocent call,

or some mail boy opening the administration mail leaked it.

Just, I'm just bitching out loud.

I'll be all right after a few more of these.

-Listen, Mary, I don't know why you're still trying

to play the game by their rules.

You're not an old boy.

They're never gonna let ya in.

Come on, that's not news.

You've known that forever.

You've gotta do what you've always done.

Have a plan of attack,

and when the time is right, kick down the door.

Take no prisoners.

They fuck with you, you fuck with them.

Rattle their rice bowl.

It's the only thing these guys understand.

[dramatic music]

[phone ringing]

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey there.

So, what do you wanna do with these guys?

You want me to get 'em loaded,

and you go upstairs and get the papers

while they're eatin' or what?

You're gonna wanna go during dinner,

'cause they're gonna wanna go right upstairs

with the hookers.

These guys haven't even seen a hooker, all right.

They're not gonna wanna miss the opportunity,

know what I'm sayin'.

You do it, I do it.

I don't care.

Yeah, fine.

Yeah, see you downstairs.

I'm comin' right now.

-Reardon dropped the tail as soon as you made the pickup.

-Man: How's it look?

-Check it out.

-That looks pretty good.

When are ya goin' go?

-I deliver tonight.

-How you gonna track it?

-Man: We're gonna put a GPS right in the weed.

-You can't put a GPS in the first load.

-That's how we do it, Ted.

-That's not gonna work.

He's gonna check it pound by pound for quality.

You knew, he's gotta vouch for the weed.

He finds a GPS in the load,

he's gonna put a hole in Winston's head.

-Yeah, well that's 200 pounds of weed

that's gonna disappear.

You know that.

-You gotta be prepared to lose it.

-All right, no GPS.

-Man: Works for me.

-Thank you.

Let me know how it goes.

-Good morning.

-'Morning.

I spoke to homicide, they're gonna back off.

Excellent.

That's gonna be appreciated.

You know, I think it's probably time

to push for your appointment upstairs.

-That's good to hear.

-I think if we can show the boys back east

what sort of work you been doin' so far,

well, we can make a good argument you're the best candidate.

-What do you need?

-Just summaries of the various cases you're developing,

where you think they might go.

-That's probably gonna take a few days to assemble.

-Sure, just send 'em on up when you're ready.

And thank you again for speaking to homicide.

-No problem.

[dramatic music]

I want any and all files that reference Katarina

under lock and key.

-They're all safe and sound.

-My lock and key.

-Right.

Oh, there's some interesting stuff

from last night by the way.

Yeah, these characters were up from the states,

they've been talking to a couple of

Canadian biotech engineers,

who are probably looking to sell

a couple of patents under the table.

What the canucks didn't know

was these guys broke into their rooms last night

and did the same thing I did.

-Good, fine.

Gimme that report.

Eliminate any references to Katarina or her girls.

-Man: Right.

[dramatic music]

-Mary: I wanna see any and all files

you have on the Reardons.

-Sure.

What's goin' on?

-As soon as you can, yeah.

[dramatic music]

[phone beeping]

It's Inspector Spalding for the Senator, please.

I'll wait.

Hello Senator, how are you?

Fine, very well.

I'll get right to it if I may.

I've got a real problem brewing,

and I was wondering if you had the time

to speak to me about it.

Okay, well, what it boils down to is

some of our confidential files are finding their way

to places they shouldn't.

It's systemic and completely out of control.

What I need to know is if I get into this,

do I have a friend out there

or am I gonna be crucified for raising the flag?

[phone ringing]

[knocking]

Sorry James.

I just wanted to stop and have a quick word,

it won't take long.

-Come in.

What's it about?

-I wanted to ask you if and when

you're planning on suspending Mr. Deakins.

-Well, I'm not sure that's in the works quite yet.

You made an honest error, Mary.

I don't think he deserves to be punted for it.

-Then I'm afraid I'm gonna have to tell you

I'm not gonna be able to pass on any case files

until I've been assured that Mr. Deakins won't have access.

-Well, that's not something I can speak to.

That's a question for Mr. Penhall in Ottawa.

-All right.

Shall I call him or will you?

-I'll speak to him.

-Please let me know what he says.

-Man: I will.

-Thank you.

Sorry for rushing in.

[dramatic music]

Inspector Spalding for Mr. Deakins.

-I'll see if he's available.

-That's all right, it's just a quick word.

Good morning, sir.

-Good morning.

I'm afraid I'm just on my way to a meeting.

-And I apologize.

I know your assistant's been having trouble

fitting in our interview.

So I thought maybe I'd catch you in between appointments.

It's just a few quick questions about Lee.

-All right.

-You've admitted that you made a call

that may have been less than discreet,

that may have caused Lee's death.

Is that right?

-Let's drop the small talk.

What do you want?

-All right, thank you.

I've heard along the grapevine

that the minister responsible for security

has become aware of the situation,

that's had his press secretary looking into things.

-And?

-When his press secretary calls and asks me

to brief the minister on the situation,

how do you want me to handle that?

-You tell him to call me.

-I think we should probably have a strategy

that prevents the situation from too much scrutiny.

There's no point in having your mistake publicly exposed.

-That would probably be the right course.

-Right.

So I'll field the questions,

but what I need to know from you

is what to say exactly.

So if you'll think about a statement

and gimme a shout when it's ready.

Or if you'd rather not make a statement,

slip away quietly.

I could understand how that might be your preference.

Call me, yeah.

[ominous music]

-So no one gets hurt, right?

-Oh, be cool man, we'll just take the money and run.

-Just take the money and run.

-Just take the money and run.

-Hey man, I'm looking for Jim.

-He's in back.

[hip hop music]

-Man: Hey Jim.

-Hey, what's happenin'?

-I got the stuff.

How do you wanna do this?

-Jimmy: I don't know.

Where's it at?

-It's close by.

Wanna go take a look?

-Bob's got someone else right now,

but, yeah okay, what the hell, let's go.

-Go take a look.

-Jimmy: Cool.

Ready?

[phone ringing]

-This better be really good.

It's two in the morning.

[gentle music]

-How's your troubles tonight, Mary?

-Mary: All right, yeah, what is goin' on here?

-We found Luiz Falcone.

Fish board at the end.

-Mary: Yep.

-Man: We think he's probably carrying

a couple tons of coke.

-Mary: Oh really.

-Man: Yeah.

-And you're telling me all this because...

-I wanna grab the guy, take him back to Mexico,

make our cash.

It looks like you guys are already on 'im.

-Not that I know.

-That blonde guy with Falcone,

he's not one of yours?

-No.

He would be DEA.

-Shit.

He's fuckin' protected.

Goddamnit.

-Same deal, American currency

to the account in San Francisco.

-Same deal, San Francisco.

-And pick me up a sandwich.

Capicola, pepper, mustard.

No mayo.

You hear what I'm sayin'?

-Mustard no mayo.

-If the guy puts mayo on my sandwich,

I'm gonna come out there lookin' for him.

-Mustard, no mayo.

[dramatic music]

[engine starting]

-Here we go.

He's comin' at ya.

-Man: Here we go.

-Right here.

You wanna do this here

or you wanna go someplace else?

-Let's go some place a little quieter than this.

-Sure.

Just a couple of blocks.

-Shit.

-What?

[siren beeping]

Just be cool.

-Gentlemen, how we doin' this evening?

-Pretty good until this happened.

What's the problem?

-Can I see your license and vehicle registration please?

-Not until you tell me what you pulled us over for.

We're just sittin' here talkin', man.

-Step out of the car, please.

-Don't be stupid.

-Turn around, hands on the roof.

Spread your legs apart.

I see you've done this before.

-Yeah, while you're down there kiss my ass.

-Listen asshole.

You're gonna have a seat in the car

while in run your name through the system.

[dramatic music]

-I'm UC, man...

-Officer: Let me see your hands.

-Man: I'm on the job.

-Officer: Let me see your hands.

Don't move.

[speaking foreign language]

[dramatic music]

-And no mayo, just mustard.

Hey!

[gun firing]