All language subtitles for the_border_s02e13_going_dark

Turkish Solutions just won a contract to
provide additional security on the

Canadian border. Look who they had to
run.

Previously on the border.

Hi, Larry.

Are you flirting with me?

Really, like you and Agent Carver? Hey,
we're two people working together,

that's it.

Careful, he knows it's going.

It can never happen again.

Is that all this is going to be? A booty
call.

Are we having the talk?

I think I'm the girl.

Your dad's into me for a large. Father
of an ICF agent. Worth something.

We are so dead.

From the site and downstream, came back
loaded with PCPs.

Visphenol, dioxin, mercury, you name it.

So this is ground zero?

Yeah. You can still see the tire tracks.

You don't want to get too close.

What makes you think this sludge came
across the border?

We found high levels of phenythrothion.

It was banned here ten years ago because
it was killing songbirds.

They still use it in the States.

So that's what happened to the
songbirds.

Hey, Layla!

You know,

it's been 24 hours since we dropped that
big goon out there in the woods. You

know what? We're going to figure that
out right now. I've got to get to work.

No, no, no. Not later.

It's my paycheck. It's the only thing we
got going on. You're going to need some

kind of a hideout, right? Don't worry,
I'm going to hide you someplace Sammy

never looked. Where?

Public library.

Very funny.

You know, there's a picture, eh? Father
and son, good looking.

Radioactivity is pretty low grade.

Probably medical waste from a hospital
south of the border.

The sludge was dumped near Chatham
-Kent, so it must have come through

-Windsor. Hey, sorry.

Nice of you to join us.

What, you got court today?

No. Well, see, the suit might be for
court, but the shaving?

That's a woman.

Could we get back to work?

Well, radioactive waste is a real buzz
killer.

Ten years ago, I would have put this
down as a mob, but these days, waste

management is on big corporations.

Some of these corporations have mob
shareholders.

And there's still some independent mob
contractors bribing their way to clean

jobs at hospitals, contaminate
construction sites, even nuclear power

I thought we sent our garbage to you.
Oh, we take your trash, you take our

toxins. That sounds fair.

For the past few weeks, I've been
working the Canadian end of a DHS FBI

investigation into mob smuggling.

Old school, out of Jersey and Detroit.

I like the five families.

He looks warm and cuddly.

That's Sal Moretti, a .k .a. Sammy. He's
one of yours, Canadian.

He's brother -in -law to one of the
Capos in the Detroit partnership.

He's a big -time loan shark who moves
cocaine and luxury cars across the

And toxic waste?

I wouldn't put it past him.

Put out an alert to our people at
Windsor, Sarnia, Fort Erie, and

need to increase our inspections of
incoming sludge trucks.

You got it.

Just how close did you get to this
radioactive shit?

Enough to develop strange and unsettling
superpowers.

How about that?

Sammy here.

You know what to do.

Hey, it's Grey Jackson.

I was thinking if you call up your dog,
maybe I can help you out.

Wow, bringing your A -game. I like it.

You think I've been living in a cave or
something? Oh, no, I'm just dressing

that way.

Well, this shaving thing requires a lot
of maintenance.

Well, I guess I could drop around
tonight and help.

Uh, how about I take you out tomorrow?

I got somebody staying with me. Hey,
Grant.

The boss wants to see you. Sounds
pissed.

Quit tomorrow.

Sergeant Harani's report on Shani Ariak.

The amulet woman you lost?

It doesn't mention that you were missing
in action.

Some of your work is being substandard.

Showing up late, not being where you
should be.

It's time you straighten out.

Yes, sir.

That line of credit you applied for, did
you get it? Well, there's a subprime

debt crisis, and I'm definitely
subprime.

People in our line of work shouldn't
need money.

Too many criminals out there offering
cash for services rendered.

What are you saying?

I think you're at risk.

You're a good agent, Gray. Don't throw
it away.

Will that be all?

Yeah.

Suit and shapes. Good start.

You all right? I guess there's such a
cover for me on the Ariat case.

I tried to, but he nailed me on it.

Thanks.

It's okay.

Hey, most of the time as partners go,
you don't completely suck.

We might have caught a break here.

Why? Turns out Sammy's being
investigated by the FBI.

Really? FBI?

What are they interested in, the cars?

Yeah, among other things.

Oh, man, wow.

Well, so what? Even if he goes to jail,
he's still going to find us. The thing's

got totally personal.

Not if I get him a get -out -of -jail
-free card.

What, you can do that?

Jackson.

Agent Liz Carver.

Agent Carver? What do you work?

That's right.

Guess what? I'm holding Sal Moretti's
phone.

You got Sammy's phone?

Imagine my surprise when I hit recent
calls and I found your number.

All right, hold on.

You called him at 11 .35 a .m. right
after the briefing, after you saw his

and pretended to not know who he was?

Would you slow down?

Is that who you were talking to when I
saw you outside?

How'd you get Sammy's phone?

I'm guessing he didn't part with it
easily.

It was on his body when I arrived at the
scene.

Source tipped me off to Sammy's Hot Car
Imports. Been working it undercover.

Find out anything?

Uh, like what?

Like, uh, where he stores his cars and
whether he had customs people on

No, my investigation was just getting
started.

I made your cats over verify this.

Uh, the case wasn't cooked enough to
bring to him.

Jesus.

There's gotta be like 20 bullet holes.

Yeah, according to forensics, the
shooter's used MP5.

Three shooters wearing hoods and
bandanas. They just walked in and opened

Sammy's table.

Gangland style, right down to the
machine guns.

Yep. So what, you think he pissed off
some of his mob friends?

Machine guns are pretty short for the
mafia. They like to lie under the radar

these days.

So Russians, maybe?

Muscling in on Sammy's territory?

Or Albanians, Turks.

Someone's making a move.

We got lucky.

We got lucky. No, no, no, no. We're back
from the friggin' dead, my friend.

Look, I had been in some tight squeezes
before, okay?

Like, really tight squeezes. But this
one here, this one's for the record

Oh, yeah.

I mean, realistically, we had one night,
we maybe had two nights left on this

planet. On this beautiful, like, this
goddamn planet. That's it.

Oh, Jesus.

You're not crying, are you? Of course
I'm not crying. What do you think?

Just I'm very, at this point, very
thankful to a

higher power, whatever, you know, just
pretty, pretty thankful.

What are you smiling at now?

I'm smiling at you.

Eighteen bullet holes? What?

Seventeen.

My guys work half the night on your
toxic waste case.

I've authorized mono -overtime on your
behalf. You might want to duck any calls

from accounting.

Anything to show for it.

Once you hit country roads, you get
traffic lights at major intersections.

with traffic lights come red light
cameras.

The driver jumped the red light.

He's squeezing orange.

There must be dozens of trucks caught by
those cameras every day.

Hundreds.

But only one of them with a license
plate number that doesn't exist on any

database. And the camera picked up the
company logo.

Good Earth Soil Enrichment. Enriched for
who? Giant tube worms?

Nice work.

The red light camera gave us a time and
date.

Now, working backwards, we narrowed it
down to 18 sludge trucks crossing

Bridge. How many were carrying
biohazardous waste?

Four. Three of them reached their waste
treatment plants without incident.

And four.

When the Good Earth truck crossed the
border, it had a different logo.

Envirotech. Destroying the planet's
future one two -headed frog at a time.

Call Agent Carver. See if Homeland
Security has anything on them.

Good work.

All of you.

Don't let it go to your freakishly
collective heads.

And I'm watching you.

Envirotech is registered to a number of
companies in Michigan.

It's recently taken over contracts for
waste removal at a dozen hotspots in the

Detroit area. Taken over from whom?

Five of the contracts used to belong to
small independents with connections to

the Detroit Partnership.

So Viratech, what, underbid them?

All I know is several associates of the
Detroit Partnership were gunned down a

few weeks back.

Their killers used MP5s and wore
bandanas.

Just like the guys who gunned down Sammy
Moretti last night.

Exactly like them.

You're suggesting whoever owns Viratech
is taken on the mob here in Toronto?

It looks that way.

For the right to dump toxic waste.

Sammy Moretti had his hand in a lot of
businesses. Loan sharking, drugs,

prostitution. I'm guessing these new
guys want it all.

So we've got ourselves a mob war. Looks
like ICS will be joining your

investigation. Welcome aboard, Major.

Hey, Jackson.

Are we... Are we still on for tonight?

Absolutely. The place all picked up.

You look happy.

This is good for you.

Who, Carver?

Carver?

Got it.

Paperwork from the sledge truck?

Driver's name is Johnny Miranda.

He's Italian.

He's not Russian, not Albanian. Could be
Andrangado.

Calabrese mob from the mainland north of
Sicily.

Real up -and -comers.

Wow.

Okay, you look spectacular.

Now you're up in your game, I have to
make an effort. Oh, yeah?

So we're still waiting on one for
Sammy's voice on phone record the phone

companies being obstructed. I don't want
to talk shop talk tonight Okay,

what do we talk about well, I don't know
we're gonna have something between sex

and work let's uh Let's talk about you
me.

That's our first real date. I want to
get to know you

Best ribs this side of the rock. Nice.

Well, thank you.

You know, I used to ride in those
mountains.

You ride?

Are you kidding me? I practically grew
up on horseback.

I have this little bay filly named
Working Girl.

Oh, wait.

Working Girl?

Yeah, my dad. He's pretty twisted for a
methodist creature.

Wait, a dog named Sid Vicious?

And a cat.

Mm -mm, ignore it.

Don't answer that.

Let's toss our phones and get on a plane
somewhere.

Brazil. Done.

It's another mob shooting.

Here,

I thought I was going to get lucky.

Sorry, Canada.

What makes you think you'd get lucky on
the first date anyway?

Good

evening.

Please, sit down. Who the hell are you?

They give Raphael a silence.

He was born without vocal cords, like a
crocodile.

He makes a very congenial companion,
though.

Yeah, so what do you want?

$92 ,000.

Own gambling debts by Douglas Jackson?

Your father, yes?

You mean $80 ,000.

Plus three weeks fig, five points each.
Not compounded, though.

Don't you kill Sammy?

Is that how you got his paper?

Ordinarily, I'd had Raffaella kill
Douglas Jackson in an extremely painful

theatrical manner.

To serve as an example to those who
might not want to pay the debts.

But this time, I'm lucky to be Douglas.

He has a son who can be very useful to
me.

My import -export business.

I can go to my boss.

The last man that involved the law
became separated from his hands and his

His torso couldn't be identified, so
nobody claimed it. They harvested his

fat, and bones for plastic surgery. I
don't know how many nose jobs this guy

part of.

But I tried to find out.

We need more time.

To be honest with you, I don't give a
damn about your $92 ,000.

If you pay me tomorrow, it would not
change a thing. What?

You are going to do exactly what I
require of you.

Or I will eviscerate every human being
you care about in this world.

This word eviscerate, you understand it?

I don't hear you. Yes. Good.

Shit happens, yes?

Well, this shit is happening to you.

Sammy's dead.

Okay, it's not right. He's got no right
to come after this money. Yeah,

according to what, the Mafia Boy Scout
Code? This guy lives to cause pain, all

right? We're talking a whole different
species.

What the hell am I supposed to do? Where
the hell am I going out here?

You're going to watch TV and you're
going to catch up on your beauty sleep.

Oh, my God.

What about food? How am I supposed to
eat?

That's 40 bucks. Order something else.

I know.

Not cheap.

That's what I'm going to have to do, all
right?

I'm going to swing by after work.

You don't even sleep in here?

No, I'm not sleeping here. It's got one
bed. One bed.

We'll relate it. We'll share.

As appealing as that sounds.

Morning. Interesting night.

What time is it?

6 .15. What happened to your face?

The sun's not even up yet.

Are you in trouble?

No, I'm fine.

What's the word on the toxic waste
driver? Darn all the things you've been

to.

What, Calabrese mob?

Yeah, FBI's picking them up as we speak.

We're going in like that?

Why, I look that bad?

Not for a guy who slept in his clothes,
but Kessler's already pissed at you.

Yeah, you're right.

I should go back and change.

Good plan.

Jesus.

I've got to get a doormat.

I keep my heroin in the toilet tank.

Call up your dogs. Maybe I can help you
out.

So, is that familiar?

Look, I told you, all right? You know
what? Don't give me that undercover

bullshit. Because we found your prints
in the backseat of Sammy's car.

You're in pretty deep for someone whose
case wasn't cooked enough to bring to

his boss.

All right, so what, are you searching my
place here?

How'd they get you, huh?

Gambling debts?

I read your file.

I don't imagine you've got a warrant.

How are you?

You know that mob shooting that I went
to last night, the one that you wanted

to ignore? It was Sammy's wife. She was
seven months pregnant.

Liz, I'm sorry you had to deal with
that, all right?

But I didn't pull the trigger.

You're a dirty cop. No, no, no, no. You
enable the kind of men who do. No, no,

no, no.

Hey, hey, hey.

Listen to me.

It's me, all right? It's Gray.

I thought we had something.

Yeah, I thought we did, too.

Jackson.

Johnny Moran to the sludge truck driver.

It's Andraga to Calabria.

They're one of the world's most powerful
international crimes, and the kids much

bigger than the Sicilians. They married
their sisters off to the Medellin drug

cartel in Colombia and taken over
Europe's drug traffic.

Unlike the Sicilians, they don't mind
killing women, children, or law

enforcement. You get the feeling we're
running backwards?

Has anyone seen Grey?

We nailed your guy, Donnie Miranda, for
dumping toxic waste on Crownland.

FBI's picking them up today.

That's, uh... We're inspecting every
truck that comes across with hazardous

waste. There's talk of a temporary ban.

It's old news.

Yeah, well, that's all I got.

Yeah, well, I don't need information. I
need a facilitator.

Someone to escort a shipment across the
border.

Shipment of what?

Refrigerated stainless steel, top of the
line.

Refrigerator. Yeah, tomorrow morning at
9, near Buffalo.

Please come prepared with the necessary
paperwork.

There are all the details you'll need.

Hey.

Where the hell have you been?

Excuse me?

Your partner had to lie for you this
morning, again.

I didn't ask her to do that. Please, you
know how much Layla cares about you.

I do.

Don't drag her into your shit, okay?
She's been through enough, and your

card is more than full with Miss Idaho.

There's nothing between me and Agent
Carver. Oh, my God.

You're pathetic.

Princess of government regulation.

Mr. Manning, sir, this arrived from
tactical.

Marked urgent.

If you'll excuse me for a moment.

Oh, no, that's very interesting.

Can I help you?

We got an ibuprofen. I got a splitting
headache.

Why am I not surprised?

Wait here.

I'll go check my locker.

Major, did Detective Sergeant Jackson
ever suggest he was going undercover to

investigate Thelma Reddy? How does that
concern Homeland Security?

Knock yourself out. Thank you.

I believe he's compromised our
investigation.

It's quite an accusation, Agent Carver.

What do you intend to do about it?
Detective Jackson can initiate

without my knowledge or consent.

You're loyal to your man.

If you value the cooperation of Homeland
Security, you'll keep him away from our

investigation.

That was the private sector treating
you.

Triple the pay for a third of the
aggravation and no bloody bureaucrats

breathing down my neck.

Nice. Uh, wait here. I'll be right back.

Oh, Homeland Security's here. Excellent.

Hey, what did I just say?

Sorry. Major Kessler.

Agent Carver. I'm in a meeting. I
thought you both might want to see

excuse us?

Uh, yeah, sure.

I don't suppose you could tell me why
your agent's meeting with a notorious

drunken enforcer?

At least know that too, Major.

ICS doesn't answer to Turquoise
Solutions or Homeland Security.

What's going on in there?

I don't know. Gray's got himself in some
sort of jackpot.

What'd he do?

They got pictures of them meeting with
our, uh, Calabrians.

And Drangada's moved into several cross
-border criminal activities.

Our people have been watching them for
some time.

Under whose authority?

Our own.

As the official border security
consultants to the ministry.

We're bound to do something when we see
the world's fastest -growing crime

syndicate expanding into Canada.

We think Andrangada is challenging the
mafia for control in southern Ontario.

Well, they've been cordial so far, but
yes, you could be right.

Thanks partly to the homicidal
activities of this man, Fratangelo,

has established a lucrative cross
-border trade in arms and narcotics.

Not to mention Toxic West.

Glad to see ICS catching up.

Hey.

You want to tell me what's going on with
you?

Believe me, you don't want to know.

Right now.

So Turcotte Solutions was spying on me.
More likely him, after you went up to

Tangelo. What do you know about him?

He killed Sammy Moretti.

Any proof?

Not yet.

How'd you make contact?

He contacted me.

I've been posing as a buyer for Sammy's
cars. Fratangelo got a hold of me, said

he was taking over the business.

Why would you ask Sammy to call off his
dogs?

He wouldn't stick muscle on a buyer.

Well, he sucks at customer relations.

Hey, hey, what's going on? I'm going to
have to take some personal time.

Apparently, I compromised the DHS
investigation.

That's ridiculous.

Yeah.

It's good to know the boss has my back,
huh?

Sergeant Rennie. Whatever you think Gray
did, I don't believe it.

Your loyalty is commendable. I know my
partner. I trust him with my life every

day, and he's never let me down.

Noted.

Is that all you have to say?

Careful, Sergeant.

Grace, solid.

And if you think otherwise, you're
mistaken.

You are veering close to
insubordination.

Maybe you should send me home. A few
personal days might not be such a bad

You can reflect on where your loyalty is
lying.

Sir?

Was she upset?

What do you want, Blake?

Central Security's reporting a lot of
mob -related chatter.

Something big's about to go down.

Lock onto the GPS of Gray's cell phone.
I want his location monitored.

Oh, you know, I hate spying on our guys.

Just do it.

Hey, Bob.

Gray's on the move.

Shit. Are you spying on me?

Yeah, absolutely.

You see this?

It's a super spy decoder and secret
camera. Okay, so why'd you trail me

Because I've got too much time on my
hands since I got sent home for

you.

Shit.

Leila, I'm sorry.

What's going on, Gray?

Come on.

I'm your partner. I need to know.

My dad lost some bets. He got in over
his head. I'm sorting it out today.

Today? Yeah, and it's over, I swear.

Hey, there. Jesus, stop it. Open this
door.

Is he your great father?

Yeah. I'm very proud to be his dad.
Could I have a cup of coffee? I just

some. She doesn't want any.

Sure. Of course she does. Come on in.
Yeah, okay.

After you. Thanks.

Okay.

So what's the actual story with you two?
How long have you known each other?

We're partners at ICS.

You're partners? Yeah.

What is this, the racing page? Yeah.

I told you to lay off the horses. Well,
you know, I couldn't pass this up. Okay,

Oscar's lunch is out. He's 9 to 1 this
first. Can't miss him. You believe this

guy? What? Relax.

I couldn't get a bet down. I called the
bookie. Apparently, my credit's right in

the crap or so.

You phoned your bookie?

Yeah. What the hell is wrong with you?
I'm not from here. I call from the

payphone across the street. Do I look
stupid? Well, payphones show up on call

display. There's only so many within a
given exchange, especially near a motel.

Is he being paranoid, Tony? He's just
being paranoid. I'm guessing you have

reason. Hey, you know what?

I gotta go somewhere. I'll be back in a
few hours. Try not to get yourself

killed while I'm gone. Okay.

I could stay with him and make sure he's
okay. She could just stay and make sure

I'm okay.

He's gonna drive you nuts.

Well, he is your father.

And he's right here.

Guess I could be sure you weren't
tailing me. Just go.

You're pretty great, you know that?

Just figuring that out.

You're leaving the motel.

Gray just entered the U .S.

He's crossing at the Peace Bridge.

He's likely to come back that way as
well.

With what?

Drugs? Toxic sludge?

No. He drank it at starting a mob war.
My guess would be artillery.

Right on time. That's good.

Let's see the papers.

Excellent. Put your hands on the truck
over here.

Come on.

Is this necessary?

Apparently.

Hey, we have a map.

We don't need GPS.

This is a game where you got to remember
what the other guy threw away. Pick up.

Hey, pretty slick.

Who is it?

Who is it?

Housekeeping. House.

We're fine.

Come back tomorrow.

Bring the gun down.

Okay?

Let her go.

Okay.

Jesus, no.

No.

And just so you know, if I even smell a
federal agent,

they're done.

You think Gray ditched his phone?

I don't know. Even if he was on foot, a
GPS would register movement.

I'll alert our people at Fort Erie and
Queenston.

Keep me posted.

Read your slots of GPS trace.

He left by a peace bridge, but we can't
be sure he'll come back that way.

They just had the truck land for pre
-screen loads.

You pre -screened because I don't
recognize your logo.

Talk to the man in charge.

Detective Sergeant Gray Jackson.

I screened the cargo myself.

Step out of the truck, please.

Refrigerator? Why would I see you have
to care about refrigerators?

Listen, kid, all you need to know is
that I'm your superior.

Open the back, please.

Are you ignoring an ICS director?

Open the back now.

Walt. What the hell are you doing?

Hi, Fred.

How are you?

Don't mind the kid. He's still in that
bossy, overzealous state.

She was a great Jackson.

Used to have a real job down here with
us.

We're running late.

Yeah, we good to go?

Absolutely.

Welcome to Canada. Thank you.

Mike, he was just here.

Burgundy cab, white trailer.

Logo reads, Prime Appliances.

Oscar Sierra X -ray 530.

Copy that, Slade.

Satellite surveillance is locked on him.

He's headed west, approaching the QE. Do
you read?

Copy that. We're on our way.

All right, I got you across the border.
I'm done.

My cargo is delivered.

Good to go.

I know something weaponry has led into
the country.

We should stop the truck at customs.

Trade one guy in for a shot at the whole
network.

The target is approaching from the west.

There it is.

Where's it heading?

King City or maybe Newmarket?

King City.

That's where Sal Moretti's funeral is.

Church of All Saints. What, this
morning?

Yeah, it's a double funeral for Sammy
and his wife.

Ronald Bob will be out in force.

Detroit, too.

Her brother's a capo.

Nice. To kill a man and his pregnant
wife and then gun down all their friends

the funeral.

Layla's not picking up. It's not like
her. She never turns off her phone.

Turn off the phone if you can't turn off
the GPS.

It must be disabled.

That's not good. Let's park our car.

I'm getting a very bad feeling.

What?

That's the motel Greer was at this
morning.

Not your material.

I've had months with him on.

Please.

Chircot Solutions has no authority to
conduct police actions on public roads.

This idiotic stunt of yours has
sabotaged a DHS operation.

Oh, no, I think he did that.

Take it, Layla.

Starlight Motel, there's a bomb.

There's a bomb!

Get that thing open.