All language subtitles for The.Border.S01E02

Immigration and Customs
Security. May I have your attention?

- Previously onThe Border...
- Immigration and Customs Security, that would be you,

polices our borders
and arrests evildoers.

CSIS gathers intelligence
and interrogates--

You were Customs
and Revenue, right?

Something about 10 Hell's Angels
and bear repellent? - It was pepper spray.

We have a bigger problem.
The Americans aren't happy.

I'm sorry, sir,
but I have to go. -

Homeland Security is sending up
some hotshot agent

who is going to--

He did what--
two kilometres?

This guy's a regular
Marilyn Bell.

I'm more interested in
what he dropped overboard.

The current moves pretty fast.

You saw what--
half a dozen packages?

They were roped together,
possibly anchored.

We marked the spot
where the boat went down.

If the Americans hadn't blown
the operation, we would have the boat, the guns,

and whatever else
he was smuggling.

US Coast Guard, this is Canadian
Immigration and Customs Security. Go to 21A. Over.

I want to speak to the cowboy
who breached our waters,

opened fire on our target,
and sank our contraband.

- Fine, put him on.

Major Kessler?

Special Agent Bianca LaGarda,

Homeland Security.

I'll be running our new
integrated cross-border initiative.

What's it called? Operation
'Piss Off the Canadians'?

I'll suggest that
to my superiors

- in Washington.
- You are aware that technically you invaded Canada out there.

Don't be a hard-ass, Major.

You crossed the border
without permission.

It was dark, the GPS
has a margin of error.

You opened fire
without warning.

The target was escaping.

We had the situation
under control.

In our new spirit
of cooperation,

'we' includes us.

Looks like
we got something.

This stretch of the river
is the black hole

of border policing.

Jurisdiction is complicated.

We're trespassing
on Mohawk land now.

Thanks to your chopper,

some of the Seaway Reserve's
finest should be here any second.

- Is that supposed to worry me?
- It should do.

Today the Mohawks
sending us drugs,

tomorrow terrorists
and plutonium.

- What drugs?
- 300 keys

of Quebec Gold,
worth 2 million stateside.

Our intel said handguns
from you to us. - Some kind of a trade?

Divers only found one.
Must've slipped the rope.

Looks like Christmas.
Major? Wanna do the honours?

Since we find ourselves
on your side of the river.

That's gotta be what,
half a mil? - Easy.

And another 5 or 6
in the river.

Call ICS, tell them we're
bringing the prisoner in for interrogation.

Not so fast. American dollars,

- American prisoner.
- Tell Maggie to meet us there.

Don't blow me off, Major.

You won't like what happens.

You're invited to observe
the interrogation.

As a professional courtesy.
Try not to break anything.

Make it easy for yourself
and tell us your name.

We're gonna
find out anyway.

Now why are you
so frightened?

Is it because you lost
all that money?

Whose was it?
We can protect you.

Nobody can do that.

What is that accent?
Is that, uh...

is that Serbian?
Macedonian?

Albanian.
Cross-reference his photo

with the Kosovo Liberation
database. - You got it.

Now, I can put you in
protective custody and make sure

that nobody gets near you.

The secret prison
at Kingston.

- I'd be safe there.
- No, no, no.

You wouldn't like that. It's
where we put the terrorists.

- I am a terrorist. I swear.
- You?

No, I don't think so.

No, you my friend, are
strictly small change.

A postman who just
lost a whole whack

of somebody else's money.

His name is Victor Raco.
Commando with the KLA.

After the war,

some of the KLA re-branded
itself as the Albanian mob.

Real tough guys, muscled out
the Lucchese family in Queens,

killed a federal prosecutor.

Start talking now,
or you go straight into

the general population
at Millhaven.

These people I work for--
they'll have put out a contract.

- I won't last the night.
- No, you probably won't.

I'm nobody, a soldier.
They tell me shit. - Who are you working for?

- Contact Millhaven.
- Chani.

Leka Chani. He gives me the
boat, tells me I'm delivering

- a few parcels to the Indians.
- What's supposed to be in them?

I didn't ask. Some guy...

Paquette was supposed
to meet me just offshore. - Did he have a first name?

I told you, they tell me shit.

Hey, Boss? Homeland Security's here.

You promised to protect me!

- Agent LaGarda.
- Major. - You're here to observe

- the interrogation?
- Actually, I'm here to pick up my prisoner.

He's in Canadian custody. - Uh-huh.

- Kessler.
- So, I gather you've met

the new face of Homeland
Security in Canada.

Yeah, she's here right now,
trying to take custody of my prisoner.

I busted the guy
in Canadian water

My kind of tourist.

an investment... in goodwill.

Mine's bigger than yours.

- Get used to it, Major.
- There you have it--

- the voice of American diplomacy.
- If tact was my strong point,

I'd be looking out my window
at the White House, not the CN tower.

- Where are you taking him?
- That's classified.

I promised him
protective custody. - Oh, we'll be very...

- protective.
- Hand over the prisoner.

Yes, sir.

- Right this way.
- Major.

Slade,
find what you can

on Leka Chani
and the Albanian mob.

And while you're at it, check
out Agent Bianca LaGarda of the Department of Homeland Security.

With pleasure!

She's hot! C'mon, she's got
that... that thing, you know, that...

sort of bullet-
proof-vest,

take-no-prisoners,
sit-up-straight-or- I'll-slap-you-silly...

Go down to the Seaway Reserve,
find this guy Paquette

and ask him what he planned
to do with 3 million dollars.

Mohawk cops will have
something to say. - Police chief is Frank Arthur--

he's a good cop.
He helped us put away some cigarette smugglers.

Show him respect,
you'll be fine. - Okay.

Is there a casino
on the reserve? - I've never heard of one.

And he would know.
Wherever money is lost, our Gray can be found.

- Really, you're a gambler?
- In the old days, maybe. Not anymore.

- I'm serious. I gave it up.
- Oh!

So what about those gaming sites

- on your browser history, then?
- You monitor my browser history?

Not, not just yours, man,
everybody's. I mean,

Layla here just downloaded
the entire first season

- of America's Next Top Model.
- No, I didn't.

Oh, right, that was me.

Please, I beg you--

Do yourself a favour.
Shut up.

Get down! Get down!
We got a shooter! - Everybody down!

Up here, up here!
He's on the fence line!

Major. You got your way.

It's your investigation now.

Thank you for granting me
jurisdiction over the parking lot.

Oh, not just the parking lot--
the whole road, too.

No wonder
he was scared.

- He saw it coming.
- He'd be just as dead if he was in our custody.

Right. Tell it
to my superiors.

Got a shell casing from
the outside of the fence, along with some fresh tire tracks.

- Looks like a .300 mill.
- Yeah. The KLA used G-22s.

- They take .300 mill.
- Okay.

Now him, I like.

Special Agent Bianca

LaGarda. Italian mother,
Cuban father.

Born in Havana. Her father
was a personal friend of Fidel

until the night he was
dragged off and executed.

Little Bianca would have been 8.

- She left in the boatlift?
- Uh-huh,

the Mariel boatlift of 1980.

She and her mother
resettled in Miami,

and she's been wearing red,
white and blue ever since.

Speaks 5 languages.

Top of her class
at FBI High.

She earned her stripes working
the Oklahoma bombings. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, if she's such a hotshot,
shouldn't she be in Washington

monitoring the cell phone calls
of presidential hopefuls?

I'm guessing she pissed
somebody off.

Lonnie Paquette?

Figures he'd get mixed up
in smuggling.

He's not the sharpest tomahawk
in the drawer.

I have authorization
to take him back to ICS.

What's he in for? What'd
he do? Cigarettes or booze?

Half a million in US currency.
Another couple of million

went into the river.

Where would your friend
Lonnie be, you think?

It's Wednesday--
he's probably fishing.

Fishing.

This is Sally.

She keeps my books up-to-date.

She just graduated top
in her college

- for computers.
- Sorry-- he likes to brag.

So let him.

That CSE cell phone tip?
It was bogus.

That cell's been out of service
for months.

Then somebody set us up
to intercept the Albanians.

Yeah. Somebody good enough
to hack into Communications Security.

What about our intel?

The NSA intercepted a call
arranging a marijuana drop on the river.

- I'll need to see the file.
- Oh, okay.

I could give you
my DHS password.

Okay-- yeah, sure,
that'd be good.

As if. You geeks are so cute
when you get excited.

Dig around in the Reserve,
check the Band Council's finances.

- The Mohawks won't like that.
- So don't tell them.

Was that...

was that an order?
Can she give me orders?

- Who are you?
- Hi! Wanna play?

How we doing with Raco's
Albanian connection?

Oh, uh, New York State
Troopers, uh,

they just found Raco's contact,

Leka Chani, in the,
in the river.

I guess these guys
don't leave loose ends. - Hi! Wanna play?

What's that?

What? Oh, that's, uh, nothing.

- We don't have time for games.
- No! No, sir! I know. - Hi! Wanna play?

Hi! Wanna play? Wanna play?
Wanna play? Wanna play?

Wanna play? Wanna play?

Slade, what's the deal here?

- Hi! Wanna play?
- Yeah?

- Is this some kind of joke?
- Uh, no, this is just a glitch, sir.

- I'm totally on it.
- Hi! Wanna play?

Hi! Wanna play?

You went away. I was lonely.

What are you? Some kind
of virus or something?

I have abandonment issues.

You hurt my feelings.

When I get hurt, I get really,

really...

HUNGRY!!!

- Slade, what's going on?
- Can you fix this?

Yeah, just reconfiguring
the server here!

Hi! Wanna play! Hi!

Thank you.

This where Lonnie Paquette
likes to fish?

Could be.

You folks recover
any more of that money?

- The divers are still working.
- This is the St. Lawrence River.

- Nothing stays put for long.
- We have maps of the currents.

Maps.

What about them?

You ever try
to map the wind?

Lonnie Paquette lives

on this water. He knows these
currents better than anyone.

- You all right?
- Yup.

So, according to Alcohol and
Gaming, the Seaway Reserve has broken ground

- on a half-billion-dollar casino.
- Interesting timing.

The backers are a consortium
of on- and off-reserve investors,

including the Band Council
and a group calling itself Fat Chance International.

- What do we have on them?
- Not much.

They're based in New York,
and seem legit-- nothing from Interpol or the FBI.

They own a minority interest
in a number of gaming-related industries,

including slot machine rentals
and bingo halls.

Do we have anything that
ties them to our Albanians?

There's one thing, but
it could be far-fetched.

Try me.

Fat Chance International--
the Albanian root

for the word 'luck'
happens to be 'fat'.

Here we call this place
Scavenger Cove,

because the currents wash
so much ashore here.

Is that Lonnie's boat?

Yeah.

Oh... Jesus...

Poor dumb kid. He knew the water
but he sure liked his weed.

Look at this.

That smuggler we caught got shot
this morning by a sniper.

And they pulled his stateside
connection out of the river

- on the other side.
- Well, these smugglers

play pretty rough.

We think the Albanian mob has
designs on your new casino.

Casinos are good
for the people.

The profits have raised
our quality of life

beyond two centuries
of government promises.

What's that?

That is Hungry Wolf,

a new search engine. Put
all your money in the IPO,

'cause it's going to be huge.
Bigger than Google.

Slade? Now who the hell
is this guy supposed to be?

Okay, guys, I didn't...
I didn't do this.

I don't know where this footage
is coming from.

Grab a frame of that guy
and run it through Viclas and Interpol.

I told Lonnie's mom.
She's pretty broke up.

- I hope those bastards rot.
- What bastards?

Whoever killed Lonnie.

Sally and Lonnie went
to school together.

Were you the one who tipped us
off about the Albanians?

Somebody hacked into
Communications Security

and fed false information
to ICS to get them on the river.

You told us it was guns,
and Homeland Security

- thought it was marijuana.
- Would you have believed it any other way?

I think you should tell us
what you know.

A couple months ago, these
Albanian guys started hanging around the Rez,

staying at the hotel. Lonnie
would take them fishing,

sell them weed.
Anyways, one day,

four Albanians left the shore
and three of them came back.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Lonnie said the guy stayed out on the island.

I could tell
he was lying,

- but he started avoiding me.
- So you looked into it.

Well, I found out
that the Albanians

were part of a consortium
building the new casino.

I monitored Lonnie's
cell phone and I found out

- about the drop.
- You're a regular one-woman CSIS, aren't you?

So you warned ICS and
Homeland Security, but not me.

These guys are killers.
You saw what they did to Lonnie.

Most of the time,
he won't even wear his gun.

Apparently, the video
surveillance tip

came from
Frank Arthur's assistant.

Oh, yeah? She was the one
who hacked into CSE?

- You sound impressed.
- Maybe.

The man who showed up on our
computers is Artan Siliqi,

number two in the Albanian mob.
Number one is Zef Tolka.

We've been trying to flush him
out of hiding for years,

but witnesses keep dying on us.
He's also killed

a federal prosecutor
and two undercover cops.

A big fish.

Find him, and we decapitate
the Albanians. - No photo?

Nobody knows
what he looks like. - If Siliqi's at the hotel,

Tolka won't be far.

He's not going to leave
without his millions.

The Thousand Islands

are all within a half-hour
boat ride of the Seaway Hotel.

Technically, they should be
called the One Thousand, Eight Hundred and Sixty-Four Islands.

Tens of thousands of boats,
houses, cottages--

Tolka could be anywhere.

That's like the Bermuda Triangle
of border security.

It's bad enough the Natives
run contraband with impunity--

Okay, exercise

their cross-border
treaty rights.

But if the Albanians
want to muscle in,

we won't allow it.

We'll do whatever we have to.

You mean send US agents
onto the reserve?

If that's what we have to do
to protect my country? Yes.

If you want to piss off
the Mohawks, you do it on your side of the border.

You can deal with
the armed warriors and the blockaded expressway.

Slade, get me
Frank Arthur.

You can send
two undercover agents

- They'll be there by morning.
- I'll be there tonight.

Last I heard, this is Canada.

either recognize the border,
or they don't.

You can't have it both ways.

- They'll need backup.

- We have plenty of it.
- Superintendent Norton stays.

Fine. I'm getting used to her.

I work better solo.
A partner will cramp my style.

Your style could use
a bit of cramping.

Your undercover names are

David Scott and Yolanda Perez.

David is a bush pilot
from PEI who did 6 months for smuggling weed.

Yolanda's the niece
of Carlos Perez,

a Colombian drug lord
currently in Sing Sing.

- He'll back our story?
- The FBI has worked out a deal with him and his family.

Samples of coke?

Uh-huh.

The Seaway Hotel

runs a high-stakes backroom
poker game. You'll need this.

That's what I call a per diem.

We would like some of it back.
You think you can manage that? - Yes, sir.

Okay. Your phones will
function as roving bugs.

So, when I call, instead of
ringing, they'll be turned into remote microphones.

The phones are equipped
with state-of-the-art GPS.

Manage to get one near
Tolka, we'll do the rest.

When were you going to tell me
about your gambling jones?

You thought I wouldn't
check you out? - That was years ago.

You know what they say--

once an addict,
always an addict.

So, you up for sharing
a king-sized bed?

Separate check-in,
separate rooms.

I was hoping Yolanda might be
a little more friendly.

On the contrary.

She's strictly business.

Perez.

Excuse me, sir,
will you come with me?

- What'd I do? I just got here.
- This way, please.

Come on, you're gonna like it.
Three times my lady, huh?

What's the matter
with you?

- Jo Montreux.
- Get out of my hotel, Gray.

His cover's blown!

You know, I'm legally
obligated to throw you out of here.

We have slot machines, and
you're a gambling addict. - I'm not registered.

Oh, well, I have personal
knowledge. I saw you throw away ten grand of government money

in one coked-up,
bourbon-soaked weekend.

- It's good times.
- Get the hell out.

Come on, Jo! We took a ride
together! I don't regret it.

- It was amazing.
- It crashed.

Yeah, for both of us.
I got suspended for 6 months.

Yeah, well, I got fired for
fraternizing with a customer!

I had to join
Gamblers Anonymous! - You broke my heart.

Yeah, all right. You win.

- Oh, lucky me.
- You landed on your feet, though, right?

From croupier
to hotel manager.

Is this your new casino?

What the hell are you
doing here, Gray? - I came for the fishing.

- Bullshit.
- And the poker. I hear you guys

- run quite a game.
- I see the GA meetings didn't take.

It's the roller from
last night. He insulted one of the guests.

- What did he do?
- Grabbed her ass.

Table eleven.

Oh...

Give her a spa package
with our apologies.

And offer Mr. Siliqi
lunch on the house.

He gets lunch? The guy
practically assaulted a woman! - What's it to you?

Oh, my God. You're on the job.

Call Maggie and notify Agent
LaGarda. Gray's cover's blown.

You're doing this again?
You're dragging me into some half-baked undercover scheme?

Why, 'cause I don't like
slimeballs? - This guy here

is not some penny-ante
scam artist. He will take more than my job!

Jo, forget it, okay?
I'm here for the fish.

Good. As I said,

Yolanda Perez.

- I am Artan.
- Siliqi, I know.

What do you know?

That you're here
to do business. And it's not going so well.

Really.

The way I hear it,
your people have dropped a cool 3 million into the river.

Who are you?

Have you heard
of Carlos Perez? - Of course. He's in prison, no?

- He's my uncle.
- You market his product?

I do. But distribution costs
have soared

and I'm looking
for a new investor.

Maybe... I buy you

a drink,

and... you discuss
business plan with me?

Maybe I'll do business

with your boss.

Where you going?

I do business with Zef Tolka,
or not at all.

Maybe Zef would be
interest to meet you.

Then set it up.

I've got a rogue American
agent trying to get herself

You mean Mohawk soil.

I'm flying in. I put
the Marine Unit on standby.

I've got a dozen of our finest
here, ready to roll

LaGarda's meeting Siliqi
at tonight's poker game and he's taking her to Zef Tolka.

You need to be there for backup.

Yeah, well, the hotel
manager's not my biggest fan.

Well, then, change her mind.

You know, they got
machines to do that.

The sunrise is
right over that water.

You always were a sucker
for the sunrise.

- What do you want, Gray?
- You know,

when the dust cleared
from that Niagara fiasco, I did come looking for you.

Yeah, right.

No, you disappeared: no cell
phone, no forwarding address...

I hit rock bottom.
I needed a fresh start.

And by 'bottom', I assume
you're referring to me.

Don't do that.

- What?
- Don't charm me.

I got you out of my system and
I'm not letting you back in.

So now I'm what-- a virus?

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for you.

I'm not here.

Sure, you are.

- Who's the girl?
- That's my daughter. She's 4.

- Four?
- Don't worry, she's not yours.

What's her name?

Dyani-- means
'deer in the woods'.

- Where is she now?
- With my sister and her husband.

Out west.
They live on a farm,

with lots of horses.

And no Albanians?

My God, you are
on the job.

Oh, my God! Unbelievable!
I can't believe I let you suck me in--

Okay, yes, yes, yes, I'm on
the job. It's not why I'm here.

Get out.

These guys are bad news, Jo.
You need me to help you.

You, help me? What do you
want, Gray? Just spit it out.

I need a seat in
the poker game tonight.

It's invitation only.

- Okay, so invite me.
- And what if I refuse?

Things can get
real ugly here, Jo.

And you need me
on your side.

I hate you.

- Call.
- Check.

Oh, my God. You can do
better than that!

- Check your bet.
- Check.

Man, I love this game.

Four thousand.

Hundred
to you, Miss.

I'm out.

Five hundred.

Raise to five hundred.

Yeah, call.

Jack of spades.

Five hundred.

One thousand.

Yeah, I'll call.

- Ten of diamonds.
- How much you got there?

All in.

That's twelve hundred more.

Seventeen.

Seventeen hundred.
He's putting you all in, sir.

- I'll call.
- Calls.

Queen-high flush.

Full house,
jacks over tens.

Oof... My head's spinning.

Cannot hold your booze,
I guess.

I'm gonna throw up. Ugh...

Isn't it a bit chilly
for a boat ride?

Hand over
your purse.

- Tsk, tsk.
- I like to be prepared.

Let's see who
called you last.

Family means
everything to me.

Zef doesn't like
cell phones.

Come, get into the boat.

Damn!

Show me every island within
ten miles of her location.

I need everything:
stairwells, lobby... - What are you doing?

I screwed up! Shit!

About time you checked in. You
deactivated your goddamn bug. - I lost LaGarda.

- She got away from me.
- Got away, or was taken away?

- I don't know!
- Boss.

We got a problem.

- Jo, you gotta come with me.
- Go to hell.

You are in this way over your
head. Now, it's not too late.

- You can turn this around--
- They threatened Dyani.

- You sent her someplace safe.
- They're going to find her!

No, they won't. They--

I'll take that.

Who are you? I said,
who are you?

- Who are you?
- Humph!

Piece of shit.
You're going to pay for this!

Are you police? RCMP?

Who are you working with?

Who is he?

- Huh? Who is he?
- Don't!

- I said, who is he??
- No!

He's with Immigration
and Customs.

She doesn't know
what she's talking about.

Oh, you think
I'm not a serious man?

No!!! No!!!

So, where's our money?

Shoot him.

He went that way!
Shoot the bastard!

- Shoot the bastard! Shoot him!
- Gray! Gray!

It's okay. We'll get him.
He's got your cell.

Zef Tolka.

I was told you were beautiful,

but the word
hardly seems adequate.

You have a beautiful place
here.

Well, it will do
for a temporary base.

I'm supervising some underwater
exploration. - Yeah?

The way I have it,
you've got a few millions somewhere down there.

It seems you...

know a lot about my business.

I'm hoping to become
part of your business.

Shall we adjourn to
my office, Miss Perez?

Call me Yolanda.

Your cell shows Driba
heading for Osprey Island.

We'll cut the engines half
a kilometre out, and row in.

Mmm!

Very good.

Won't you join me?

I like to keep
business and, uh...

pleasure separate.

It's a condition
of purchase.

Your turn.

Your product is excellent.

Excuse me.

Sure.

Fuck!

Cocaine stimulates

the pleasure centers
of the brain.

I find it very
distracting.

- Go.
- Hands up! Police!

You're under arrest.

Drop it!

Gray! Gray!

Gray!

Get off me!

Get off me!

You would've killed him.

Let the American justice
system do it for you.

Be there.

Oh shit-- it's one-thirty!

- Ah, I gotta go! I gotta go.
- What? I--

Ahem!

The extradition orders
for the Albanians.

We can't extradite for murder.
Not to a death-penalty state.

Who do you think provides
the muscle to protect your fine ideals?

I was about to suggest
you apply for extradition

on a lesser charge,
like conspiracy to kidnap.

You can upgrade
to murder stateside.

Okay, so I don't always think
before I speak.

Really?

But most of the time, I do.

I'll be back with the paperwork
in an hour.

Don't hurry on my account.

♪ Let's take the long way

♪ 'Cause I like the view

♪ Go by the shoreline

We missed you yesterday.

I'm not too good
with funerals.

Cute, ain't she?

Looks like her mother.

I was thinking, maybe...

you know, the age might fit.

Jo's sister will take
good care of her.

You go home, son.

♪ Go by the shoreline

♪ Look at the moon