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- 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.

- You're new to the unit,
Sergeant, so I'll say this just once: You work for me.

Homeland Security is sending
up some hotshot agent.

Special Agent Bianca LaGarda.

- Italian mother, Cuban father.
Top of her class, FBI high.

What? Muslim?

- We all know Muslim
agents are in high demand.

- Mine's bigger than yours.
- The voice of American diplomacy.

- We got a bogey.
Air Traffic control's

got no fraking idea
who these guys are.

Position?

- About four hundred clicks
north west of Montreal.

[Car honking]

- What's the chatter?
- Night Before Christmas.

Nobody's stirring, not even a
mouse. No Transport Canada...

No NTSB...
No military... nobody.

- [Beeping]
- The colour changed.

It's going down.

[Loud airplane noise]

- This plane is definitely down.
Black box isn't pinging, so it didn't crash.

- Still no chatter.
- A ghost flight.

- Let's get Maggie, Moose,
and Darnell on a plane.

- [Tuning radio]
- Câlice!

- U.S. Homeland Security
just called.

Agent LaGarda is on her
way to "assist" us.

- At least we know
whose plane it is.

[Gunfire]

Ah!

♪♪♪

It looks bad.

Hell of a landing job.

Who's the first responder?

Try him!

- You don't tell me to move
back, this is my crime scene!

- I have my orders, sir.
- I don't care.

- Whoa whoa whoa! Hey!
Captain Renard,

I'm Maggie Norton. Immigration
Customs Security.

I want to express
the Canadian Government's

sincere condolences for
the death of your officer.

Thank you.

- Now, you did a fine job
securing the perimeter.

But this scene was nationalized
fifteen minutes ago,

and I have control now.
Do you understand?

- I... I don't see why--
- I'm looking for a yes or no.

Oui, madame.

- When your officers are
finished collecting evidence,

they're to withdraw to
the outer perimeter. Nobody

in or out unless
they go through me.

Thank you, Captain.

Tabarnac!

- Let's try to avoid
the Canadian commando

strong-arming the Quebec cop,
shall we, Lieutenant?

Yes, ma'am.

- How long has he been down?
- Under two hours.

- Who's got control
of the scene?

- Superintendent Maggie Norton
just took it off of local L.E.

I'm putting Sergeant Hourani
and Agent Jackson

in the field with a squad
of JTF2 commandos.

How many casualties?

I need to know now.

- I need to know what
the hell's going on here.

Well, for starters,

it would be real good news
if all the passengers on board were dead.

- These two? One each
in the back of the head.

- Pilot and co-pilot?
- Yeah.

Our dead cop took this guy down,
put two slugs in his chest.

- [Gunshots]
- White jump suit. Prisoner.

Ah... you can smell
the residue on this guy.

He came out hot.
But we can't find his gun.

Spent shell casings here.

And a blood trail here,
so our runner's wounded.

- Well that's something.
- Yeah.

- This won't be of much use.
- Tracking bracelet.

Would make it easier,
wouldn't it?

Our cop didn't go down
without a fight.

[Gunshots]
Now this prick stole his car too.

- U.S. Homeland Security
says there were eight people on board.

two pilots, two MPs,
and four prisoners.

- Two MPs and one
pilot are dead.

- One prisoner dead
on the ground.

- So that's what? Three
prisoners unaccounted for?

- Yeah. At least one
of them's wounded.

- No sign of the other M.P.?
- No.

- [So we have three
fugitives and a hostage]

Agent LaGarda is just about
to tell us who they are.

- I need pictures of the dead
so we can confirm identities.

- [You'll have them
in a minute.] - But first.

- They were enemy combatants.
With high intelligence value.

- Guantanamo-to-Syria Express.

- Where were they headed?
- Major?

- Albania? Serbia? Somewhere
where the gloves can come off?

Now is not the time.

Was this a rendition flight?

Tell me you had clearance
to overfly Canada.

- You really want to talk
territorial sovereignty,

or can we talk about how
to get these guys back?

- Maggie, get the
pictures to Slade. - [Roger that.]

I want everything
you've got on these guys.

They've got just over
two hours jump on us.

Maggie, I'm getting
you air support.

[Thunder]

Highway's two lanes.

They either came back
here through town or

north to nowhere. Quebec
Police have blocks up.

- They're gonna want
to get off the highway.

Camel jockeys lost in
the Canadian shield.

- You know, if this gets out,
there's gonna be a lot of heat. - What?

"Camel Jockeys"? Lose it.

Slade, photos coming through.

- You two have to get back into
town. We need to get in the front of the story.

I need the full wash and spin.
You got a scenario?

- Corporate jet,
electrical trouble.

- Fuel leak, dangerous, spin,
tumble dry, repeat. We got it.

Brilliant.

- Since when do we authorize
rendition flights

through our airspace?

- Missile defense, Iraq, how
many times can we say no?

It was supposed
to be an overflight.

- And now we have
three terrorists roaming free through rural Quebec.

- Give Agent LaGarda
your full cooperation

but keep the circle small.
Need-to-know basis only.

- We need to drop a net on these
guys. Go in hard, go in fast.

- That's not in
the cards today, Major. - [You're tying my hands?]

- If this gets out, it could
bring down the government.

So naturally the Prime
Minister will get involved.

He'll call the Minister on
the carpet. Then my phone will ring and... Hang on.

- See you.
- See you later.

- When my phone rings, what do
you think happens next, Major?

Remember, shit rolls downhill.

- Looks like we're both
on the firing line.

Je peux vous aider?

- On n'a pas besoin
de gaz. C'est correct.

- Qu'est-ce qui se passe?
I heard a plane.

- Yeah. It was
the damnedest thing.

A bunch of fat cats on a fishing
trip. Plane went down rough,

landed smack dab in the middle
of the highway.

- We're keeping people away.
There's a risk of fire and explosion.

- How many customers do you
get through here in a day?

- Like, twenty or thirty.
More during deer season.

- Oh, we're gonna have to ruin
your business for the day, uh...

We had to shut down the
highway in both directions.

- You know where the cop shop is?
- Le cop quoi?

- Département
de police du Québec?

- Ah, yeah. It's just
down there ways. Why?

- Uh, one of their guys was hurt
in the crash. Officer Pelot. Do you know him?

- Uh... Yeah. He fills
up here sometimes.

- Thanks, kid.
- Sorry for the inconvenience.

Should be clear by tomorrow.

[We had four prisoners.]

One's dead on the ground, so
we've got three men at large.

Mustafa Habib.

We caught him in a raid
on an Al-Qaeda training camp.

He threw a grenade
and killed two Rangers.

His whole family's
Taliban sympathizers.

[Faisal Riyad, a Saudi
Arabian bomb-maker]

[linked to twenty-three
attacks in Al-Khobar.]

[He's killed over sixteen
troops. Over a hundred civilians.]

- That's U.S.D.A.
Prime Evildoers.

- Hardly. These two
are just appetizers.

- Yazid Maliki.
- Stockbroker.

- Um-hm. On Wall Street,
and The City.

He went through
a bad breakup in London at 28, became radicalized.

- He worshipped at the same
mosque as the 7/7 bombers.

- He's not a guy you want loose.
- That's right.

Knowledge of hidden
accounts, asset management.

He could finance two major
attacks within thirty days.

We interrogated him daily.
Not a word in nine months.

At this point, I got
no problem turning him over

to people who aren't
too squeamish.

Let's just get him back first.

- Maggie?
- [Yeah, boss.]

- Two priorities: recapture
the prisoners and keep it quiet.

- [How's the Quebec police?]
- Handled.

"Emergency landing"?

Is that a joke?

- The jet was leaking fuel.
People need to stay away.

One of my officers is dead.

You chased us off
our own crime scene!

- It's a matter of national--
- In this little story of yours,

exactly how did my officer die?

- His car was clipped by
a jet as it was landing.

There were casualties;
Officer Pelot was one of them.

He was shot!

- That is why it's covered
under the Official Secrets Act.

Look, Captain, I understand
your anger, okay? I do.

But you can't veer an iota
of the script here, or your going to be facing charges.

- We need you to keep your
officers isolated from the scene

until they're debriefed.
Keep Officer Pelot's death

under wraps. Not forever.
Just for now.

Okay.

I'll spin your
little fiction.

But you tell his widow.

I can't look her in the eye.

- Boss, there's something
you need to see here. Like now! Okay, before now. Then.

- This just showed
up two minutes ago.

- Oh no.
- There's your prisoners.

Oh, this is not good.

If this hits CNN, Washington
is going to go ballistic.

Shit rolls downhill.

Where's this footage from?

- It's a conspiracy chat room.
But it's not gonna stay there.

Tomorrow, YouTube's gonna
have it. Then MySpace,

then cousin Clara's Gmail box.
I mean it's gonna be everywhere.

- There were dead people
and now the feds are lying.

I'm going back to get
a closer look. More later.

- We've got to shut
this kid down now before people start believing him.

I don't want satellite
trucks at the location.

- Cut cell and phone service
in and out of the area.

- I'll authorize that.
- Uh, yeah. You sort of already did.

Authorize it. I mean, I,
I kinda took some initiative.

Just shut him down. Now.

In retrospect,

I probably should have waited.

- I've flooded them with
denial of service attacks,

trojan horses, worms.
It's slowing to a crawl.

Ah! Done.

Nobody else
is getting in.

I iz in yr house, messin'
with your packets!

Oh, man. I can't believe it!

It's like trying to cut
the head off a hydra.

The files have been forwarded to
two or three conspiracy sites...

A plane-spotting blog,
a video podcast site and...

Ah, come on here! Usenet?!

Seriously? Doesn't anybody
just surf for porn anymore?

- Just get it under control.
- It's a decentralized network

designed to sustain
nuclear attack okay?

- It's gonna take a few minutes.
- Maggie? Talk to me.

- You want bad news
or worse news?

Always give me the worst news.

Canadians. Unbelievable.

[Aerial sweep is negative.]

The heat gear can't pick up
the targets. The forest is too dense.

We're getting false positives
from all the wildlife.

- We have more sensitive thermal
imaging. I can deploy it out of Vermont.

- Tell Miss Cuba Libre
there we'll manage fine.

- Oh, it's no problem at all.
They're on standby 24/7.

Part of the contingency plan
for invading Canada.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Oh, come on. That was funny.

- The rendition
flight is bad enough.

we're not having U.S.
troops on Canadian soil.

- [I'm heading into town
to see about our leaker Moose and Darnell said]

[that there was a kid
asking about the crash.] - You think it's him?

- Darnell said he looks like
the kid in the video. Let me get back.

- Kessler. Let me re-task
the satellite for you.

- You can do that?
- It's a phone call.

- Oil. Cop got off a few rounds.
Must have hit the transmission.

- Or someone's past
their warranty.

- Out here? I'm gonna go with
bad guys in a stolen cop car.

Hey Slade, can you lock
into my G.P.S. signature?

- I gotcha. Fifteen-point-two
clicks from the landing site.

- I got a logging road here
cutting north into the bush.

Looks like they might
have come this way.

Road's not on the map.

- [Just tell me if there's
any other access, any other way out?]

Um... nope.

No major roads. North everything
dead-ends into a lake.

- And past that it's just bush.
- What's the topography like?

- [Some hills. Nothing major.]
- No Tora Bora caves. That's good.

- Roadway's clear.
We're moving out.

- Alright. They try to
come this way, we got'em.

You're pretty cocky.

- Yeah. You're right. Maybe
a bear will get them. Save us the trouble.

What?

- We don't have to do this,
you know? Renard was just busting our balls.

- What do you expect?
He lost a man in the field.

- Not our fault.
- We had the guy lie,

and then we squeezed him
out of the investigation.

- Hey, look, we're on
the same side here, right?

- With all due respect,
you were CSIS, I was a cop.

I know how this
guy feels, okay?

[Dog barking]

- Bonjour, uh, madame.
Nous cherchons Stephanie Pelot?

- C'est moi.
Who are you?

- Oh, uh... We're with the
federal government, ma'am.

We just wondered if
you had a moment?

Hello?

Bonjour?

- There was a, a problem
with the fuel line.

There was a, a spill and a fire.

There were uh, casualties.

Emile, uh, tried to help.

And I'm, I'm sure he did
the best he could,

but, uh, I'm,
I'm terribly sorry, ma'am.

Your husband's dead.

- Hey. Lis l'affiche.
On est fermés!

- Oui, oui. Je,
je cherche votre fils.

I don't know where he is.

Are you the one that close
the road so I get no customers?

- Yeah, sorry about that.
Superintendent Maggie Norton.

An executive jet put
down on the highway.

We're just securing the site
now. Getting rid of the jet fuel, things like that.

Bit of a mess, but it should
be clear by tomorrow. - Good.

- You sure you don't
know where he is?

- Is he in trouble?
- No, no.

We just want to make sure
that everybody is safe and accounted for.

My partners did say he seemed
a little rattled this morning.

- That one? Maudit,
head in the clouds,

you know what I'm saying?
Mange la laine du dos.

Eat the wool off my back.

- Do you need me
to identify him?

- No. Uh, Captain Renard
took care of that.

I know Renard.

Why are you here instead of him?

[Baby crying]

- You know, my grandson never
gets off his computer. Ever.

- That thing. You could take
it and smash it, I don't care.

He plugs in the headphone, and
he goes to space, you know? Leaves me to serve the customer.

- Would you mind if
I take a look at it?

Maybe he wrote an e-mail or
an instant message, saying where he'd be.

- Envoye! Plonge!
It's all yours.

- They're still
repositioning your bird.

It's not going to be over Quebec
for another twenty-six minutes.

What's this?

- You remember that plane that
crashed last year in Arizona?

- Sure. The cabin depressurized.
Ran out of fuel, and went down.

- Yeah. Or you guys shot it down
so it didn't bounce into Tucson.

- No. That is not what happened.
- Whatever. Doesn't matter.

Cause today, that same plane
is about to crash... in Nevada.

- I got the kid's
computer set up here.

- [Okay I'm gonna take
control of it remotely]

if I can just...
Ah, man!

What?

- Always set a password. I mean,
I mean it's not gonna stop me,

but it, this is just, sad.

Alright. That's
his machine ID...

There's maybe three
people in the world

who could tell that that's not
really coming from his computer.

Now...

And...voila!

You wanted cover up
and conspiracy?

When I'm done,

nobody in his right mind's
gonna run with this story.

There were dead people
and now the feds are lying.

I'm going back to get a...
[Clearing his throat]

- [Talking like the kid]: Looks
like there's another one...

This plane just went down
an hour ago in Nevada...

right close to Area 51!

- Area 51! What--
- Shhh.

- I'm going back to get
a closer look. More later.

- It looks like there's another
one. This plane just went down

an hour ago in Nevada...
right close to Area 51!

State of the art.

It's the same technology
Britney Spears used.

- Flood them with
disinformation,

and our crash hides
in plain sight. Good work.

- [We just got something
from Gray and Layla.] - It's about freaking time.

It's the cruiser. Let's go.

- I should be able to punch
into the helmet cam mounts.

- Keep the truck back.
First team.

- Position. Ready to move.
- Car looks empty.

- Advance to contact.
- Here we go.

Sergeant, what do you see?

- Whoa. Somebody's in
the car. Driver's side.

Confirmed.

Put your hands on your head!
Now!

[Hands on your head!]

Targets unresponsive.

Hands on your head!

[He's not moving. Orders?]

- Close.
- Copy that.

[Hands on your head!]

This guy took a round.

[Shouting]

No!

[Shouting]

[Shouting]

- Go! Go! Go!
- Cover the treeline!

How many men down?

Call in for EVAC!

- What's the status?
- I don't know.

- Did you see? Which one
was it? Was it Maliki? - I don't know!

- Gray. Gray! Layla.
[Static]

Gray! Layla! Talk to me.
What's your twenty?

- Riyad wired the gas tank.
He's dead.

We've got multiple casualties
on the ground here.

[Struggling in pain]
Gray and I are fine.

- Good. Get back
to me when you can.

- They're following the stream
there's a bloody trail.

They're trying to throw off
the dogs. We gotta go.

EVAC, then reinforcements.

- Hey, we've gotta run these
guys down. They got a hostage!

- I got one dead, and two down!
We get these men out,

bring in reinforcements.
We'll have 'em by nightfall.

That's not good enough.

- You gotta learn what's the
what. This is how it's gonna be.

You coming?

How long?

- [Evac and reinforcements are
going to take about an hour.]

- What about dogs?
- Ninety minutes.

- I don't believe this shit.
- [Gray and Layla are tracking.]

Two guys with a hostage are not
going to cover a lot of ground.

- Tell them alive is better.
But don't compromise the OP.

If they have a shot...

[Right. Got it.]

- You guys are
stretched too thin.

We can handle it.

- Look, we dropped this in
your lap. You need boots on the ground.

We can get you boots.
We are good with boots.

- If U.S. military cross
the border into Canada,

this turns into
something different. I'm trying to keep this quiet.

You guys are not
good with quiet.

- Can you imagine for
a second what would happen

if Yazid Maliki
would get loose.

- I don't have to
imagine. Have you ever been posted outside the U.S.?

Things have been
broken for a while.

You have to stop swatting
flies with bunker busters.

- We're getting close to
the line, here, you and I.

- I'm giving my team
the space to get it done.

- I see. Well. I'm gonna use
your space to make a call.

Knock yourself out.

- Hey. Yeah. I'm gonna need
you to back channel something.

Things are evolving fast, here.
Can you bypass NSA and State?

Wait for my call.

- [Gray]: You're
quiet. What's up? - Nothing. It's just...

You got a lot more out
of bush training than I did.

- It's not the training.
Didn't you ever go camping?

- We spent a hundred
thousand years

going from caves to fires
to farms to houses.

How pissed would your
ancestors be if they saw you "camping" for fun?

You're an urban snob.

Hey, watch out
for those bears.

- What's this?
- Chat room transcripts.

Seems some people have started
to "debunk" my Nevada crash.

- The nerve.
- And from there, it's just a little jag

over to the Quebec footage, and
oh-ho-ho, what do you know...

- "The shadows on the
Quebec crash don't match

the time of day they
were supposedly shot."

"The cop lying..."
[Slade slurping]

"“The cop lying dead on the
ground, you can see breathing."

- Forty-two faults and
inconsistencies, last count.

That's the internet.

- That's why people don't
believe we went to the moon.

Yeah. Like you did.

- No sign of the kid, Maggie.
The place is deserted.

- Whoa, hey,
we got company here.

Could be the kid.
Great...

Oh, it's Mrs. Pelot.

- You got it?
- Yeah.

- Mrs. Pelot.
- Detective Sergeant.

My nephew...

He said...he found pictures
of Emile. From the internet.

Tell me the truth. Please!

These pictures...
They showed Emile...

And they said he was
still breathing.

- Ma'am. I promise you.
He died instantly.

Look, whatever
else you hear,

always remember your
husband died a hero. Okay?

- Not a word, okay?
- Hey, man, I wasn't gonna.

Let's go.

Anything?

No. Nothing.

But beautifully
photographed nothing.

Your satellite takes
a really nice picture.

- What?
- Oh, just enjoying the chatter.

Now they're saying
the "Gunmen flee with hostage" footage looks phony.

Can you run that again?

Right there.
It almost looks as if...

- He's hurt. He's a hostage.
I don't think I'd be that calm.

- Cause it just
seems like...

- Yeah. I'm going to enhance
that image right now. - Good.

- Did you check out
everybody on that plane?

Yep.

It's me. Yeah.

What do we know about
the MP on board?

I'll look into it,
hang on a sec.

Hey. Run that face through
NCIC and Interpol.

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Uh-oh.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- [Gunshots]
- Down!

- You're hit!
- That's from before.

You try to flank
him, I'll try fire.

- We've got a what?
- [An inside man.]

[His name is Casper Malan.
He's a South African mercenary.]

- [He's supposed to be in
a Saudi Arabian prison.]

But instead, he's hitching
a ride on a U.S. rendition flight? What the hell?

- They found the real M.P.
in his trunk at Miami-Dade.

- Looks like we were compromised.
- [Yeah, I'd say so.]

- They knew exactly where they
were putting that plane down.

There must be
an extraction plan.

Maggie, raise Layla and Gray.

[Tell them that our hostage
is really a hostile.]

Got it.

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

Give up! You're surrounded!

[Gunshots]
Oh, Jesus.

Imbitaah! Yaaalla!

- Drop your weapon! Do it!
- Yalla!

- For a guy who just escaped
a prison flight, he's packing a lot of gear.

He's just a kid.

- Yeah, well, he squeezed off,
like, a hundred rounds.

[Radio beeping]

- Off! The radio. Turn 'em off!
- Whoa. We gotta call this in.

No. Go dark now!

He was tracking
our transmissions.

An Al Qaeda operative pulled the
same trick in Mosul last fall.

- They knew we were here.
Good catch.

- Yeah. You do bears,
I do incident reports.

- [Static from radio]
- Ya wallad, ayna unt?

He's asking for status.

Say, "Al aan amaan."
It means 'all clear'.

Al aan amaan.

Al aan amaan.

[Talking in Arabic]

He's asking about the threat.

Say, "Ar-reejal Maatuu"
They're dead.

- Ar-reejal Ma-.
Ah, that's a mouthful.

- The pause, it's too long!
- Ar-reejal Maatuu.

Get ready to move.

[Talking in Arabic]

- What?
- "Get back. The plane's ready."

- Ah, shit.
It was all set up.

The guns, the gear...
They got a way out! Argh!

- What's that, there?
- That's... Uh...

That looks like camo.

That lake's big enough
for a floatplane to land.

That's it. That's how they're
getting out. We need to scramble jets.

- Uh... Nearest CFB jets
are deployed already.

Afghanistan. Helping
our neighbours with their war on terror.

- F-16s out of Jersey.
Wheels up in five.

They'll be over the area
in forty-three minutes.

Alright...

My office. Now.

That's for the pain.

- We're losing light. They
scheduled this to the minute.

Head toward the lake.

- Don't reveal your position
unless you have to. Got it?

Yes, Mom. I'll be home by ten.

- Stay off the radio.
- Go.

- Where do you get
the balls, scrambling jets?

- You don't give me much choice.
So close the airspace, get your people out.

Because those F-16's are coming
in hot, and they'll shoot down anything that moves.

- Your flight went down.
Your intel was bad. Your man was compromised--

- I suggest you get
your people out

before those F-16's
light up the forest.

- Call them off.
- I couldn't if I tried.

You understand
my hands are tied.

Leave. I have to make
a phone call.

Maggie, we're pulling out now.

- But what about Gray and Layla?
I still can't raise them.

Main frequency, backup. I can't
tell if it's the equipment or...

Mike, we're not just
gonna leave them.

Get out now.

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm Gabriel. Who are you?

- I'm the guy that nearly
blew your head off. What the hell are you doing here?

- Explosions, shooting. I wanted
to see what you guys are up to.

Help me walk.

- You got to stand down.
- We're at full strength.

The dogs are here.
We're ready to go.

- We've been ordered out.
- [On whose authority?] - Mine.

You've got men in there.

- Believe me, I know.
But we're done.

Full EVAC. We're clearing out.

Quum. Ya Zalamee!

Yazid. Prayer time's over.

How many more with you?
Answer me!

- Get down to
the dock, Yazid.

- What about Mustafa?
We can't leave him here.

- We've waited all we can.
- He said he's coming.

- [This is Coffee coming up
on mark. Weapons are hot.]

[Lasers are on.
Ready to paint the barn.]

- Al-aaqil ahsun.
Min al hayawaan.

- I am not interested
in your views.

- 'Aayb 'alayk.
Ya haraam.

- The boy is dead.
Has to be.

And so are you.
[Gunshot]

- Ha!
- Whoa!

- Down! Down! Get back!
I told you to stay at the ATV!

Hey!

- [Target is painted. Request
permission to open up.]

- [Roger, Coffee.
You are go. Weapons free.]

- [Copy that.]
- [Good hunting.]

Stay still, asshole.

- Maggie. ICS, anyone
on frequency?

- Maggie: [They go 'em.]
- Call it off! Call it off!

- Tell the pilot to abort!
They got 'em! Now!

- [Coffee four-twenty. Abort!
Repeat. Abort and disengage!]

- [Come in, Coffee. Come in,
Coffee. Abort! Abort!]

[Stand down. Please
stand down. Coffee, abort!]

[Abort!]
[Beep]

- [Okay, copy that.
Disengaging.]

[Cranking left
and scramming south.]

[Jets flying by]

- This is gonna be one
hell of a debrief.

- We've done a little
reformatting. Hope you don't mind.

- Hé, câlisse!
Mon petit niaiseux!

Je t'ai cherché toute la
journée; tu as du travail à faire. Tu savais?

Vas-y, envoye!

Business any better,
now the roads open?

- Three lousy cars. Lousy town.
Nothing ever happens around here!

Hé, mon petit niaiseux!

Good work out there.

- From him, that's like
a gold watch and somersaults.

- That kid I killed?
He was fifteen.

- Don't go there.
- I don't have a choice. You either.

We've been ordered
to see the shrink.

Where's he going?

Officer Pelot's funeral.

You think the "owner"
of that "corporate" jet

might be willing to talk
compensation for the widow?

Don't worry, Inspector.

The United States government
pays its debts.

Right.

- I'm here to arrange Maliki's
transfer back to Gitmo.

He's not going back.

Excuse me?

- He killed a Quebec police
officer and a Commando.

We're keeping him here.

He'll be available to the U.S.
government for interrogation.

Hmm. Really?

Maliki is a dangerous
terrorist.

It's out of my hands.

- You people are
just so naive.

You were naive once.

It looked good on you.

Boss? Boss!

We got another one.