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[phone ringing]

Jimmy: We need good intelligence.

[intense instrumental music]

-What's your strategy here?

-Hold on.

Go again.

-I'm not gonna sit here and watch

while you gun the man down.

-You're not in Canada anymore.

You have no authority here,

this is a DEA operation,

don't blow my sting.

[intense instrumental music]

-Radio: Go again, where's Reardon?

-He's in the washroom.

-Sit tight, we have to wait for the money

to be exchanged.

When Reardon takes them, we'll arrest him okay?

Nobody's gonna get shot.

[intense instrumental music]

-Grab your bag, we're leaving.

Jimmy: Leave a message.

-Jimmy, please call me back, tell me you're in there.

Stella, we gotta go.

DEA: DEA, get back in the room now.

Now!

In the room!

Wife: What's happening, where's my husband?

-Shut up!

-What's happening!

DEA: Shut up!

-Where's my husband!

DEA: Shut up!

[screaming]

[intense instrumental music]

-So ...

Take the money and go and I'll pay the bill, all right?

-Take the money and go?

Is that the signal?

To take me out?

-What are you talking about?

-You set me up.

-What are you saying?

-You lie to me one more time, Alex,

I'm gonna shoot you right where you sit.

[intense music]

-Sorry, Jim.

They forced me to do it.

-He's at the table.

We should move.

-Wait for the exchange.

He has to take the money.

-You're a dead man,

you know that.

-Don't do anything stupid, all right?

Everybody in here is armed.

-You just stay calm.

I'm not gonna get myself killed over a few hundred

pounds of weed.

I'm giving myself up,

do you understand me?

I'm givin' up the gun.

-Gun!

-Wait!

[gun fires]

[yelling, guns firing]

[glass breaks]

[yelling]

[exciting music]

Radio: Agent down.

Agent down!

-You wait here.

[exciting music]

-No, no no no! Stop!

[gun fires]

-We got 'em!

He's down in the alley.

Radio: He's down the alley!

[exciting music]

-What's this?

Your dad's phone number in this?

-Don't answer.

I'd like to speak to a lawyer.

We have a right to speak to our lawyer.

-Shut up.

Go for six.

Radio: Reardon's down.

He's dead.

-Go again?

Radio: Reardon's been shot and killed.

-You bastard!

I'll kill you!

-Calm down.

-I'll kill you!

-Calm down!

-I'll kill you!

[sirens blaring]

-That's not him.

That's not Reardon.

Jesus Christ.

Get the dogs down here.

-Man: Yes sir.

-That's not him,

that's some scavenger.

You better get outta here.

Who let this asshole into the alley?

[horns honking]

[suspenseful music]

[phone dialing]

-Sorry to call,

I know it's late for you.

It's Inspector Spalding in Vancouver.

About 11 p.m. our time.

I've got an urgent situation here.

Our American mole was just found murdered in his hotel room.

I'm looking to you for some direction.

If you could call me back ASAP,

I'll fill you in.

Homicide, please.

Detective Ogawa.

You're gonna have to lock down the eighth floor.

I'm gonna need a room to use as a command center right away.

Tell your staff,

nobody talks to the press.

[suspenseful music]

I don't want you speaking with anybody

unless I give you the okay to do so.

We'll talk about this later.

Martin.

We need to control this investigation,

and any information coming out of it, starting with her.

Vancouver homicide's on their way,

they'll lock the scene for us.

We'll be over their shoulder.

-They're gonna wanna talk to her.

-It's not gonna happen.

We'll be playing the national security card.

Thank you.

Take her up to the room.

I'm gonna want to interview her before anybody else does.

Soften her up for me.

Throw a scare in her.

Do what you have to.

Okay.

This is homicide.

Hang on to this until we get a look.

Take her up the back way.

Detective Ogawa.

Thank you for coming.

Right this way.

Temporarily posted out here.

His name is Richard Royden.

He's the deputy director of CSIS.

We've had surveillance on him a couple of weeks.

He's been working as a mole

for the Americans.

-He's an American agent?

-Correct.

-You're pullin' me into this, why?

-I can't investigate myself.

One I can trust.

-You don't trust your own people?

-I need the perception of objectivity.

-Thanks for being so candid.

-If any questions start coming at you from the Americans,

you put 'em onto me first.

You run the investigation.

I'll control the information flow.

[suspenseful music]

-You gotta promise me full disclosure.

I'm gonna wanna hear all about everything you got.

No black lining.

-Whatever you need.

Call me on this number.

-So, how'd you hear about this?

-We had a wire in the room.

I'll make sure you get a copy of the tapes immediately.

-All right.

Lemme get into it.

Let's get this floor taped off.

Make sure management knows we're gonna be up here awhile.

[telephone rings]

Voicemail: Please leave a message.

-Ted, this is Mary.

I need to hear from you immediately.

We've got a situation here.

Our American mole just got killed.

Dick Royden is dead.

So get back to me.

-How you doin'?

Listen, you keep your mouth shut

about that gun bein' rigged.

I'll make sure you get a break.

-Who's the agent in charge here?

-That'd be me, George Williams.

-Kyle Weathers, FBI.

What's the situation?

-Well, we have two dead.

Our agent here and a civilian out in the alley.

-Can you tell me what happened?

-Yeah.

We had a controlled situation.

Our Canadian target,

a Vancouver man by the name of Jimmy Reardon.

He was down here,

he was picking up a cash payment from our informant.

Suddenly, Reardon pulled a gun.

Our agents responded with a warning,

he fired.

Killed our man here.

Then we returned fire.

And then Reardon escaped, up the back steps,

onto the roof...

where he killed a civilian in the alley.

Then he disappeared.

-Who's who here?

-Well, we're all DEA.

With the exception of the informant.

-[sighs] All right.

This is an FBI scene now, we'll be running things.

I'm sorry you lost a man.

-Yeah, me too.

[suspenseful music]

-Woman: I'm not lying!

Over and over, listening to me.

Why would I be lying?

-All right.

Let's calm down.

What's the problem here?

-Katarina seems a little confused as to what

happened in the room.

-I'm not confused.

You're the liar.

I know what happened.

Nothing happened, you lying bastard!

-How 'bout you give us girls a moment alone?

How you doing? You want another one?

[breathing heavily]

Here you go.

Knock this back.

-I'm not lying.

-Tell me what happened.

-I already told you what happened.

-Tell me again.

You're heading to Royden's room.

You knock on his door.

-No, I don't knock, I have a key.

I have a key, and I just put the key in,

and I go in.

And... he's there,

he's on the floor and,

it looks funny the way he's leaning on the bed,

and I wonder what's he doing on the floor like that.

And I look, he's not moving.

I go closer and I touch him,

and he's still not moving.

-You told me earlier you went to the room

with the intention of killing him.

-Yes, I know,

but I didn't.

What does it matter what my intention is?

He was dead already.

-Did you see anybody else on the floor

waiting for the elevator when you were going into the room?

-Yes,

the waiter.

The room service guy is dropping the dinner off.

-Did you get a good look at him?

-No, I was trying to hide my face.

-All right.

Why don't you just relax here awhile longer?

-I'll do anything that you ask me to do.

Please don't kick me out of the country.

I'm telling the truth, please.

-I hope so.

Get her out the back way.

Take her home and have somebody sit on her.

[car alarm ringing]

-Hey Hogarty,

it's Ronnie.

Where'd you go?

Huh?

I need to talk with you right now.

Right now.

The deal is,

you answer my calls.

24 seven, right?

Don't make me come down to your home

lookin' for you.

I don't wanna embarrass your wife and kids.

Find me a number for Gloria right away.

Hey.

You got any idea where our fuckin' bank manager is?

Where he lives?

He split with one of my dancers.

-I think he lives somewhere in west Vancouver.

-I got a terrible gut feeling he's thinking about

taking a run with our money.

-He's not that stupid, Ronnie.

How far is he going to get?

-Do me a favor.

Call his wife.

Rattle her if you have to.

I got this weird feeling something's wrong.

-Sweet's not goin' on again.

-She's not what?

-She said she's not goin' on again tonight.

She's goin' home early.

-Listen.

You can't leave.

Gloria baled with Hogarty,

you can't bail on me too.

-I'm done.

Find yourself another dancer.

Apparently I'm replaceable.

-You're not replaceable.

Your name's on the marquis,

it's you they're gonna be pissed at Shel,

not me.

-Blah blah.

Please move,

I have a taxi waiting.

-Just hold on. [telephone ringing]

Hello?

Hello?

Jim?

[sirens blaring]

-Ronnie: Jimmy.

Jimmy.

-Hey man, it's me.

-Yeah, how ya doin'?

-Jimmy: Not good man.

Morgan set me up.

I'm on the run down here,

there's cops everywhere.

I think maybe a citizen got killed in the shootout.

-What?

Who's shooting who?

Are you hurt?

-No no, I'm good.

I'm fine.

-Is that Jimmy?

What happened?

-Listen.

I'm gonna come down and I'm gonna pull you outta there,

all right?

You find some place to hide out,

and you lay low.

-All right.

-Don't use the phone.

You call me back in a couple hours,

I'm gonna put some things in play up here,

and we're gonna come,

and we're gonna get ya.

[light music]

[upbeat music]

-Get on up to Dick Royden's office

and lock it down for me.

Nobody goes in there.

What's the latest?

-No visible wounds.

Tell me who found the body.

-I got the call from one of my confidential informants,

she had a date with him.

She shows up,

she's got a room key he gave her,

steps inside and sees him dead on the floor

like he is.

-Where is she now?

-Got an eye on her.

-Good.

Let's bring her back here and I can interview her.

-Can't allow that.

She's a confidential informant in matters of

national security.

-What's with that bullshit?

What happened to full disclosure?

-What I can do,

is interview her myself and give you her statement.

I can't expose her.

-Tell you what.

I'll interview her with the lights out,

and we're blindfolded.

How's that?

-Here's how it is whether you like it or not.

I've got political masters I answer to.

Til I talk to them,

my hands are tied.

This is a national security issue.

She's not gonna talk to you.

-Fuck that, Mary.

You know that just ain't gonna fly.

I got political masters, too,

and they're gonna be up my ass.

-You should be looking into that room service trolley

down there at the end of the hall.

My informant saw the waiter leave the room

just before she went inside and found him.

Check with the hotel,

they might have video you could use.

-I'll be talkin' to your boss about this.

-Go ahead, and then you can call me and let me know what you got here.

Yeah?

[suspenseful music]

-Find me a Seattle station.

-What the hell's going on, man?

What happened?

-I don't know.

He's on the run still in Seattle.

Who do we got down there,

do we know anybody?

-Shh. -No.

-Here we go.

-Deadly shootout between we a Canadian drug dealer

and drug enforcement agents with two fatalities so far.

The FBI are warning the public to be on the lookout for this man.

He is James Reardon.

He's Canadian,

in his late thirties,

and he's armed and dangerous,

having allegedly shot and killed two men in his escape.

He's still at large,

and believed to be in the downtown Seattle area.

We'll keep you informed as the story is to unfold.

-Okay.

I wanna a boat and a plane standing by.

Get on it.

-I'm headin' on down.

-You're not crossing the border.

We don't need you gettin' arrested.

-Hey man, he's my brother.

I can make it across.

-I'll go.

-Okay.

Go.

-Yeah.

-Jesus Christ man, what the hell happened?

-Man: Well, Reardon's on the run.

He got away.

-Let's remember one thing.

As a Canadian agent,

I'm not even supposed to be down there.

I was never there, you understand?

-Look, we're gonna have to get back to you.

-Don't pull me in this,

or I take you with me.

I'll take you with me.

-Are you working with any other agencies on this?

Or are they just DEA? -No no, just us.

-'Kay, I'm gonna need everything you got on him.

-It's on its way.

-Any idea who to contact in Canada about this guy?

Somebody who's gonna know his affiliations?

-The Vancouver Organized Crime Unit.

I got their number somewhere.

-You were unaware Reardon was armed?

-We were unaware.

We anticipated it, we had our informant in a vest,

and our agents were warned.

-You made no attempt to arrest him

before the shots were fired?

-No.

We needed the money to be exchanged

to complete the deal.

-You'll get me that number for the OC in Vancouver.

-Yeah, let me call the office.

Listen, I want you to go over the files we have on Reardon,

make sure we don't mention any of our Canadian activities.

Anything we got on him comes from our informant in Portland.

You clean that up before you forward those files

to the FBI.

[suspenseful music]

-Mary: Yes?

-Yeah Mary, it's Ted.

Sorry I didn't get back to ya,

I had to go to emergency, having some tests done.

-What is it?

-Uh, they don't know.

They got me hooked up to the machines here.

-Get back to the office as soon as you can,

we've got a situation.

Dick Royden is dead.

-Just gonna be a couple hours.

-As soon as you can.

[knock at door]

-Hey.

Here's your drink.

-Thank you.

-Katarina is tucked up all safe and sound.

-You believe her version.

-Yep.

-So, who are we lookin' at? What's your bet?

Who killed Dick Royden? -The Americans.

They wanted him dead and unavailable for interrogation.

-You know we'll never prove that.

-You might not want to.

That may cause us more problems

than we wanna deal with.

-Right.

-Homicide's asking us to turn over all our

surveillance tapes.

-Let's make sure Katarina's identity isn't leaked.

-May I also suggest that we remove you from any

of the reports?

Give you a little distance from it?

I'll take the responsibility.

-Thank you, I appreciate the offer.

I'll take whatever flack comes our way.

-Well, if you change,

I'm happy to do it.

[knock at door]

-Sorry to interrupt.

I don't if you've heard,

but Jimmy Reardon's been involved in a shooting

in Seattle.

-When did this happen?

-It's on the news now.

-Investigating the scene at a Seattle restaurant

where the confrontation took place just hours ago.

Vancouver drug lord James Reardon is suspected of

[telephone ringing]

shooting and killing a DEA agent.

-Shit, this is the Inspector General,

I gotta take it.

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

Sir, it's a bit of a hot one.

I suspect you're going to be facing

some tough questioning tomorrow from the Americans.

Yes.

Dick Royden's one of theirs,

and he's dead.

So, whichever way it plays,

I think you should be prepared.

I want to brief you on the events so far,

keep up back channels for awhile.

[sirens blaring]

-I don't care!

I don't give a shit!

Where's the plane now?

So, have him turn around and head back here.

-Where the hell's the plane?

-It's on the way.

I'm tryin' to locate a boat.

[telephone rings]

-Yeah.

-Hey,

I got a clean phone.

-Ronie: Okay, where you at?

-I'm in a park downtown somewhere, man.

I'm all over the news.

I gotta get outta here.

-We got a car on the way,

we're tryin' to get a boat and a plane down there

as fast as we can.

You gotta find a hole,

stay there until we contact you.

-Naw, I can't wait.

I gotta get a car.

I gotta get outta here now!

-He needs a car.

-Tell him to go to a gas station and steal one.

He's gonna need a GPS so we can find him.

-Bob says you go to a gas station,

and you steal one.

See if you can get yourself a GPS somewhere.

-All right,

I'll call you later.

[telephone ringing]

-Okay.

Reardon's phone is still live.

Let's get the phone company started on chasing him down.

-While you're making calls,

how 'bout callin' my lawyer for me?

[sirens blaring]

-All right, it's just coming up here.

That's the sound of the room service trolley, now here...

What was that?

Again, let me hear that again.

[knock at door]

-Homicide's calling for the surveillance tapes again.

Anything on 'em we don't want anybody to hear?

-Depends.

There's a section where you're fingered for outing the mole.

If the Americans get a hold of that,

they might decide to go after you for exposing him.

-They're not gonna come after me.

They'd have to admit he was an American agent,

and they don't wanna do that.

They'll never admit they have spies working here.

-No, not publicly.

You'll make the top of the bad girl list.

-Not much we can do about that now.

Go ahead and give homicide the tapes.

-And what's audible [mumbles]?

-We'll see, the Inspector General is coming out.

-I've got an agent in charge from the FBI in Seattle

on the line.

It's about Jimmy Reardon,

he says it's urgent.

-Here we go.

-Here we go.

-Ted.

-Morning.

-You look a little rough,

how ya feeling?

-Yeah, better, thanks.

It was just some blockage in my lower intestine. -My office.

-This civilian here is a through and through.

They haven't located the slug,

so we won't know until they find out whether

it was Reardon who shot him.

-I'm pretty certain it was one of us.

-Let's not jump to conclusions without seeing the evidence.

-Hello, Inspector.

Hal Weathers in Seattle calling.

It's about Jimmy Reardon.

I imagine you've heard about what's goin' on down here.

-I've heard the basics.

I'm gonna put you on speaker phone if that's all right.

I've asked Inspector Altman to sit in,

he's familiar with Reardon.

-What's the latest?

-Well, Reardon's still on the run.

Looks like he's killed two men.

One a DEA agent,

the other a civilian.

Now I imagine he'll try to contact somebody up there,

possibly make a run for the border,

so I'm lookin' for any background.

Is there any associates he may try to contact?

-We could pu surveillance on his people up here

and coordinate through Inspector Altman.

-I don't expect that you'll have any arguments against

his extradition if you catch him up there.

-No, I don't foresee there's gonna be a problem there.

-Good.

Thank you very much, I'll be in touch.

-Send them everything we have in Reardon's criminal file.

Be careful to avoid any mention of Reardon's being

our informant, yeah?

Let's keep that to ourselves.

-I think that may be a little difficult to avoid

in the long run.

-Well, in the short run,

which is all you and I may be here for,

just do, yeah?

Get 'em what they need.

-Yes ma'am.

[suspenseful music]

[tires screeching]

Newscaster: To recap this hour's top story,

alleged Canadian drug lord Jimmy Reardon

is wanted for murder.

Reardon is accused of fatally shooting a drug enforcement

agent and a bystander at a downtown Seattle restaurant,

and remains at large despite a massive manhunt

on both sides of the border.

-Hey, turn on your TV, to the Seattle station.

Jimmy Reardon just shot and killed a DEA agent.

Right now, in Seattle.

It's on the news.

[suspenseful music]

-Where's the plane now?

How soon can it get back here?

-Is this Francine Reardon's room?

I'd like to speak to her, please.

This is her lawyer speaking.

Phil Coombs,

I'm calling from Vancouver.

I'd like to speak to my client and her daughter.

-Tell him to turn around,

fly back here now.

-Who is this?

And you're in the room right now with Mrs. Reardon?

Okay, I would like to speak to her please.

You cannot deny me access to speak with my client.

You are obligated to tell me that.

[suspenseful music]

-They got a meeting of the clan going on inside,

working the phone.

They got the TV on,

watching the news.

-Are they in touch with Reardon?

-Couldn't tell.

Reardon's lawyer's in there,

arguing on the phone,

so they're obviously on it.

-Sit up front and back.

Tail anybody who leaves.

-'Kay.

Do you know where you are?

-Yeah, I'm on the I five.

-Where on the I five?

-Has he got a GPS?

-No.

You got a map?

-Yeah, got the map.

-Okay, give me the phone.

Call Sweet and tell her to get a GPS.

Okay, hey bro!

Hang in there okay, we're gonna get you outta there.

Get off of the I five at the next turnoff,

as soon as you can.

Head inland,

head east, okay?

You wanna find highway nine.

-Sweet.

Where are you, babe?

-Just north of Seattle.

I got hung up at the border.

-Okay, you wanna get on Mount Baker Highway 542,

you call me back in half an hour.

See if you can stop somewhere and buy a GPS.

-Okay, keep on the number nine until you reach the

turnoff for the Mount Baker Highway.

-Done.

-Okay,

I got a plane,

but it's gonna be a couple hours.

It's comin' in from Victoria as soon as the weather clears.

-Tell him he's gotta get outta that stolen car.

Sweet's comin' to meet him,

she's close.

-Uh, I got a road block.

[suspenseful music]

-He's got a road block.

[suspenseful music]

-Why in the hell did you have surveillance on Royden?

-Because he was the subject of an investigation.

-Why? You're running an operation on a top CSIS

official, and I didn't know about it?

How the hell does that happen?

-It was a covert operation.

-It was a covert operation...

Under whose supervision?

-I can't tell you anymore about it,

until I receive official instructions from the

Inspector General.

-Was this an officially sanctioned operation?

-I'm sorry,

but I can't tell you any more about it,

until I receive instructions.

[telephone ringing]

Excuse me, one moment.

Yes?

-The Inspector General is in the building,

and on his way up.

-Why don't you show him the way?

I'll need a minute or two.

-Secretary: Okay.

-Sorry, go ahead.

-I'm reminding you the probationary period here, Mary.

You're not even yet a CSIS employee.

You've only been seconded to us temporarily,

and until that changes,

I'm the ranking goddamn CSIS agent here,

and I demand to be briefed on the situation.

-Yes sir,

and the Inspector General has instructed me

not to speak to anybody about this until

he arrives and gives me instructions.

-Well, you make sure I'm in that meeting.

-I don't make his appointments.

You'll have to make your own arrangements to see him.

-You've hung yourself this time, Mary.

-Keep me informed.

Yeah, we're tracking his cell phone signal.

He's heading south on the I five.

Okay.

-'Scuse me.

Yeah.

-You better tell somebody Reardon didn't shoot

those two men pretty goddamn soon or I will.

-I don't think that's a very good idea just now,

do you?

-They were both shot by friendly fire,

by your agents.

That's gonna come out sooner or later.

-Well I think later is probably the best scenario.

-So you're just gonna sit back,

and turn on the TV and,

watch as they gun him.

-Like I say,

I think that's probably the best scenario.

I hope for your sake,

you take the same approach if you catch him up there.

-Don't threaten me.

-We're in this together.

Let's try to remember that.

-You gave him a useless gun,

he couldn't have killed anybody.

-I don't know that.

I didn't give him any gun.

My informant gave him a gun,

and I was unaware of that.

If it wasn't in working condition,

that has nothing to do with me.

Or you.

-All right.

-So you just give me a call if he crosses the line.

[piano music]

[telephone ringing]

-Yeah.

-You hear anything?

Is he all right?

-Ronnie: I haven't heard.

-I got people in Seattle,

how can I help?

-We'll let you know if we need you.

-I'm here if you need something.

Anything.

-I appreciate it.

-We have a huge opportunity here.

They're brain dead without Reardon.

-That was Dante.

-He can smell blood in the water.

-Okay, I'm on the Mount Baker Highway.

I'm at the rest stop two miles east of Maple Falls.

-Sweep the whole joint,

start in here.

-'Kay.

Stay where you are.

We're waiting to hear from him.

Sweet's set up.

We're waiting on Jimmy's call.

What's the plan, Mike?

-Send a couple of the boys

out to scout out the old logging roads.

That's the way we're gonna go.

Walk him over at night time,

then we'll get him up to Billy's farm.

-Billy's farm could be hot.

-You got a better idea?

-At least send somebody up there, all right?

Make sure it's not under surveillance.

-Okay, I think I know what I'm doing.

I mean, you're the one who let him go across the line

in the first place.

[telephone rings]

-Inspector Spalding's line.

I'm sorry, she's with the Inspector General right now.

-Sir, this is the transcript of the phone call.

You can see where Zander tells the mole to sit tight,

and he's sending an operator to help him.

That call originated in the seven zero three area code.

-Virginia,

CIA territory.

-Correct.

-I believe the CIA are behind the murder of the mole.

I think that's what it is.

-They appear the logical choice here.

-Rather extreme measures.

-Not if you're concerned that your mole might get

arrested and publicly expose the fact that you've been

spying on your so-called best friend,

which would cause Washington more than a little embarrassment.

Or perhaps,

the greater concern would be that we would turn the agent,

and he would in turn reveal the true extent of

the American spy network here in Canada.

-Do we have any evidence of other operators at work here?

-Not yet.

We were hoping to have the opportunity to arrest them all,

but that's obviously not an option now.

-Have we heard from the CIA yet?

-Not that I'm aware of.

-Well, if I was in their shoes,

I suppose I'd want this thing to go away

as quickly as possible.

-I agree.

-It does no good to get into a public pissing match

over something we all know goes on anyway,

as it has since Caesar.

As the head of CSIS,

this is something I'll handle through diplomatic channels.

-Yes sir.

-Good work putting him out.

An unfortunate ending but,

nonetheless.

-Thank you.

-I'm in town overnight.

Let's get together later for a drink, shall we?

-Perfect.

-Good.

-You heard the man.

Bury this thing deep and fast. -Yes ma'am.

[telephone rings]

-Where are ya?

-I'm on the Mount Baker Highway.

Somewhere between Candle and Maple Falls.

-Sweet's waiting for you at a rest stop

two miles east of Maple Falls.

She's got food and a GPS for ya.

She's in her car.

-All right.

I'm on my way.

-Let's go, get outta here.

He's off to meet Sweet.

[exciting music]

-Mike and Tremblay. Leaving the back of the club now.

-Here they come.

You lose this tail,

don't bother comin' into work tomorrow.

[exciting music]

[suspenseful music]

-Hey.

Where's your boyfriend?

-Which one? -The fuckin' banker,

where is he?

-He's sleeping it off at my place.

-You don't let him leave,

until I send somebody over to get him,

understand?

-He's not going anywhere.

-All right, they're holding Francine in Seattle,

I gotta go down and bail 'em out.

-Stay in touch,

we may need you.

-Hey, Red.

I'm gonna need a favor from you.

-Mike's back at the club.

-Thank you.

Looks to me like they're orchestrating things

from inside the Chick a Dee.

Lots of comings and goings.

-Can we put an operator in there?

-I'll see what I can do.

-Just come from an autopsy on your American mole.

-And?

-There's artifact evidence of

a fresh injection in his neck,

some minor bruising at the throat.

-Anything else?

-We sent a local over to his family home in

Washington. D.C. to inform his parents.

Their son, Richard Royden,

died of meningitis when he was two years old.

So we have no idea who this guy really was.

-So it's pretty much a dead end then.

-Pretty much.

-No calls from the CIA?

-No.

Not even from CSIS.

You're obviously doing a good job of burying this thing.

I took a look at your surveillance tape transcripts.

I appreciate the absence of any black lining.

-Didn't seem to be any matters of confidence there.

-Well uh,

there was the one reference to his belief that it was you

who outed him as a mole.

-Speculation on his part.

-You have no concerns that

your negligence might have caused his death.

-No.

-Then I guess that explains why you're on that side

of the desk and I'm over here.

I'll let you know the results of the toxicology

when they eventually roll in.

-Thank you.

[exciting music]

-'Kay, he's here.

-Okay, head straight north

as soon as you can.

I'll get right back to ya,

and I'll tell ya where to go.

-Sweet.

-Jimmy.

-Hey.

[telephone rings]

-Yeah.

-Call Sweet.

She's got your brother.

Stay in touch.

-Mike: It's Mike.

-It's Mike.

-Mike.

-Got a GPS?

-Jimmy: Yep.

-Remember that tulip farm when we first started

running weed across?

-Yeah.

-Well that's where you're going.

We're gonna be on the other side and upslope a little bit.

Here's your GPS coordinates.

49 degrees point two minutes north.

122 degrees, five minutes west.

[exciting music]

[light music]

-Thanks for coming.

-I appreciate the invitation.

-You know, we're still looking for someone

to head up CSIS up here.

-I do.

-Which is what I'd like to talk about.

I like your opinion about Mister Mallaby.

Do you think he's capable of running Asia Pacific for us?

-He's very capable, yes.

-Very capable.

That's the general consensus I've been getting from Ottawa as well.

-He's paid his dues, he's deserving.

-Deserving, capable...

If you were running the Ministry of Agriculture,

I suppose that's what we'd be looking for,

but we're not.

We're looking for someone with a little bit more

initiative and imagination.

-Vodka neat, please.

-You'll have to excuse me for a moment,

I have to answer a call.

Do you have time to have dinner?

We can talk over a few things.

-Of course.

-Could you arrange a table for two in the restaurant?

Thank you.

[exciting music]

[sirens blaring]

[exciting music]

[sirens blaring]

[telephone ringing]

-Yeah.

-Keep coming, Jimmy,

I'm gonna take 'em on a run.

[exciting music]

-Woo! Woo oo hoo!

[sirens blaring]

-Hey, look man,

I'm sorry, all right?

Was I speeding?

-What's your name? -Mike Johnston.

-What are you doin' out here, Mike?

You runnin' some dope across the border?

-Hell no, man.

Are you running some dope across the border?

Am I interrupting something here?

[grunts]

-Okay, smart ass,

I'm taking you in.

-Oh, do your thing, Dudley. -Get him up!

-Hey! He's got a GPS in the car.

-What's the GPS for, Mike?

-I ran out of bread crumbs.

[Funky energetic music]