All language subtitles for the_border_s03e01_the_dead

Where are you smiling at?

I'm smiling at you. Previously, on the
border.

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

Today? I need to facilitate someone to
escort a shipment across the border.

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

drunken enforcer? ICS doesn't answer to
Turcotte's solutions.

Or hold on security.

I know my partner. I trust him with my
life every day, and he's never let me

down. Agent Liz Carver. And you are?

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

Good for you. Who, Carver?

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

did that.

Take it, Layla.

Starlight must have held her to bomb.

Double, huh?

Suspect is one Adriano Pretangelo.

Played in a black SUV.

License number... Try not to move, sir.
There's bullet loss in your shoulder and

we don't want it shifting.

Suspect is armed and extremely
dangerous.

We'll tell Zoe where you are.

Don't worry, we'll get it back.

Where's your off -duty piece?

It's with Fritangelo.

You're suspended from duty pending an
investigation at ICF, a role in a

firefight. Frankly, I wouldn't count on
coming back any time soon.

How's the boss?

Scheduled for surgery this morning. It's
internal bleeding from a bullet

fragment. It's touch and go.

And Carver?

They flew her to Johns Hopkins. She's
not expected to make it.

We done here?

That's it?

You just walk out the door and don't
look back? You got a better idea?

Yeah. Yeah, you could try explaining why
you let your father's gambling debts

sabotage an ICS investigation.

I was trying to save his life.

For God's sake, you're dysfunctional.
Family bullshit. Got your father and

partner killed.

Now the boss is in ICU and the press is
circling around us like jackals pulling

at a carcass.

Forget it, all right? I'm a piece of
shit.

You know what? Just...

Just get out.

I can't even look at you.

You all right?

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

Special Counsel Louise Tilden. I'm here
to gather evidence for the inquiry.

You can put my things in here.

This is Major Kessler's office. I'm
actually working in here. I hope you

disturbed anything.

Excuse me? Computer files, desk drawers,
it's all evidence.

We'll base ourselves in here.

We'll use the boardroom for interviews
and depositions.

Forensic terrorists should be here soon
to start on the computers. We're in the

middle of an investigation here. Well,
then, I suggest you wrap it up quickly.

We're searching for the men who killed
Agent Harani.

Who authorized that?

I beg your pardon?

It's a clear conflict of interest.

ICS should be nowhere near that case.

These men killed one of our own.

Well, yes, but we've already... Yes, ma
'am. Of course.

Our job is to stop them leaving the
country. The RCMP and the fugitive squad

will do the rest.

You've got to be shitting me. Minister
Fleischer could not have been clearer.

Meanwhile, Missy over there is marching
around like she owns the place.

Oh, man. Look at this. That left eight
people dead and four seriously wounded.

The truck carrying the gunman and an
arsenal of automatic weapons entered

that morning across the Queenston
-Lewiston Bridge and was driven...

So anything yet from the FBI?

No, they're all busy studying accounting
so they can figure out the collapse of

Western capitalism. So we've got
nothing?

OPP found the Turcotte vehicle in a
parking lot in Bolton.

We think Fritangelo took a white sedan
from there. Bulletin alert on the car?

Every checkpoint across the country,
along with pictures of Fritangelo and

Raffaello. Every car, truck, train, bus,
and plane is being searched for

homicidal Italians as we speak. Yeah, we
got photos of these guys all over the

news, in the papers, on TV, on the
internet. And a buddy of mine at the

Squad started up a tip line.

Yeah, any calls?

Yeah, over 200 and counting, and at
least 30 that said they've had long

with Raffaello.

Well, that's a neat trick, considering
the man has no vocal cords. Yeah, we

that detail out. It helps green out the
crazies.

Okay. Keep up the pressure on the
border.

But anything that we find goes straight
to the RCMP and the fugitive squad.

I don't want to take that someplace
else.

Are you some kind of cop?

Besides, I like this place.

It's public or private, know what I
mean?

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?

Dad?

I think he's awake.

It's been five days.

You had three surgeries.

One bullet nicked your spleen and the
other got stuck under your collarbone.

Do you remember what happened?

What year is it? Who's the prime
minister? Hey, give the guy a break.

He's on serious drugs.

That's Harry.

I was practically lived here the last
five days.

Can't get enough of that hospital food.

Harry.

I see you're still alive and kicking.

Charlotte.

Please don't let me intrude.

Charlotte, please come in.

Charlotte, babe.

My mother, Terry Knight.

How do you do?

Did you have a cup of coffee?

Zoe?

Please. Wild horses, etc.

What if they drink carbon?

Not well, I gather.

You know this?

As far as I can tell, your people made
it through.

Except Sergeant O 'Reilly, of course.

How are the drugs? Strong enough?

I'll tell you what, they're not being
mingy with the narcotics.

I just need to know two things.

Who did this?

And how much would you like him to
suffer before he dies?

Michael?

Till we run up, please come into the
treatment area till we run up.

Hey, kid.

Ben's all right?

Yeah, what's it to you, mate?

I got what, 300 bucks?

Some lame trap, my shit?

I need a car.

Come on, man, I need a gun.

Yeah, well, decent people can set you
back more than three bills, bro.

Yeah? Come on, drive!

Drive!

I want to just take this one.

Two bills is good, man.

FBI finally called. Is that for real?
He's got relatives in Etobicoke? Yeah,

mother's cousin.

You think Raphael is a family man?

That's a family business.

Yeah, you join at birth and get a
mandatory job for life.

A gang is a cult.

Raphael is an illegal alien. I could
argue that puts him in our wheelhouse.

sure? Well, we can try for a warrant.
The judge can only say no.

Good.

Hey! What the frack?

Put her down.

Okay. She's very shy.

What's going on here? Our forensic techs
will be occupying this area while they

clone your hard drives and acquaint
themselves with your information system.

Yeah, well, those systems are calibrated
to the slow wave activity of my brain.

We need access to all encrypted files.

You want my passwords?

What's your security clearance?

Level two, same as yours.

These guys are level four tops.

They're all level two. Oh, come on.
These guys couldn't make the Best Buy

squad. Look, that one's pen is actually
leaking into his pocket.

Honey, your pen is leaking in your
pocket.

Please make them go away now.

They're still here.

You got some beautiful flowers from the
Ministry of Public Safety.

Want me to read the notes?

Sure.

Nothing's sexier than a wounded soldier.

Get well, baby.

Big kisses, Suzanne.

You slept with a cabinet minister?

How's the book you're reading? Just how
many women are there?

Mike! You're looking better than I
expected.

Don Campbell.

As in the Minister of External Affairs?

Ah, your daughter. Cute kid. She should
keep up.

There was a cabinet show phone.

Can we have a minute, please, honey?

Sure. Of course.

I came to give you the heads up.

Louise Tilden is pressing hard for a
goddamn inquiry.

Has she found anything?

You think she'll tell me?

I'm only Minister of Justice.

She reports to the PMO, don't you know?

Now, Tilden's got to poke her up her
ass. Always has, even as an intern.

She'll probably go after Gray Jackson.

I sure as hell would.

The guy gets in deep to the world's
fastest -growing crime mob, and then he

helps smuggle gangsters and weapons
across the border.

He was undercover.

He screwed up.

If we're pointing fingers, how about
Andrew Mannering?

He and his men crashed into our
operation.

He thought he was dealing with a rogue
ICS agent.

And if you would bother to brief him...
Why would I brief a private security

company about a classified operation?

Turcotte has the mandate to monitor
border security whether you like it or

I do not.

ICS let six killers and a truckload of
automatic weapons into this country.

Eight people died in the firefight,
three more in that motel room.

An ICS agent is dead and a DHS agent is
on life support.

How did it work?

You know.

Poor kid.

The press is all over this.

Somebody is going to pay.

Either you give up your detective or
that somebody will be you.

I need your help, Slade. No.

No, for like 20 good reasons. Look, I
know you're pissed.

Believe me, I get it.

Goddamn, this racket. I need you to help
me find Layla's killers.

They turned the case over to the RCMP,
okay? We're on border patrol.

Shit. I know, right?

Because Layla belonged to us.

No horseman's going to stay up nights
monitoring street feeds on the Million

One Chanfield Glimpse of Killers.

Slade, help me out here.

The FBI file on Raffaello Marchese
turned up family in the GTA.

We're working on a warrant.

That's all I got.

Nice place.

I'm impressed.

Don't you find it a bit impersonal?

Remember the place he got after the
divorce?

We used to call it the barracks.

This is better.

Razor, T -shirt, briefs.

There's no way I'm going in his
underwear drawer.

When did he stop wearing boxers?

Probably around the same time he became
a major horndog.

What?

The woman you just met, Charlotte.

I'm pretty sure she's a spy. And there's
others.

Politicians, lawyers.

Good.

He's moved on.

We both have.

You met someone? Maybe.

It's early days.

You guys just keep on drinking my
friggin' balls.

Why are you always picking on me?

Chuck O 'Brien, Darnell Williams.

Hello. I was told you might show up.

I'm supposed to discourage you. She's
one of ours. You get that, right? Yeah,

do. He doesn't.

Who are you?

ICF. You've got to be RCMPs.

You are needed.

You got a warrant, pal. Jesus, I don't
believe this crap, man.

I've never even met this Rafael. He's
your second cousin.

Do you know how many cousins I got in
this world?

Just because I'm Italian, I'm supposed
to know them all? Actually, as an

engineer, you're supposed to do just
that.

So now I'm a mobster?

Isn't that what you call it, racial
profiling?

Hey, kid.

How you doing?

What must -see TV do we have on the PBR
here?

Bocce Invitation Alley.

And Italian all over. You're a kid from
Etobicoke, right? Do you even speak

Italian?

Extra blankets.

How do you decide who gets the bed?

Judging from that black eye, I'm
guessing it's not you, huh?

Huh?

What's going on?

Is he allowed just to walk in here and
upset my son?

May I see the warrant?

Yeah, sure.

The warrant covers the interior of the
main house only. This apartment

constitutes a separate dwelling.

It's the basement. Get the hell out of
here and leave my kid alone. Look,

asshole, get out of here.

Hey, Al.

Piece of shit lawyer.

Relax, we'll have a surveillance team
here in an hour.

At what point did you become aware of
Detective Jackson's undercover

The morning of the 12th.

The day of the shootings?

Yes. You're a high -ranking ICS agent.

Do they often keep you in the dark that
way? This was a need -to -know case that

was very sensitive.

Because it was so high -risk?

Because Ndrangheta has informants inside
law enforcement.

Do you recognize this stamp?

Shows that a truck's cargo has been pre
-screened and can pass safely through

customs. And you control the stamp?

This office?

I do.

And how was it Detective Jackson got a
hold of it?

It was on my desk when I left it
unattended. It didn't occur to me that

Borrow it?

Oh, shit.

Who are you?

I'm the guy that's going to mess you up
unless you tell me where to find your

cousin.

What, are you going to shoot me? Not
like that. He might when he finds out

you're a tweaker.

I found this taped under the wheel well
of your car.

Somebody put it there.

You better start talking, kid.

No way.

I can't.

Where? Stay on the house. We're on our
way.

What's up? They spotted Gray's car.

Where? Two blocks from the Gelanazy
house.

Jeez.

Think of it as a win -win.

Meth goes away, get rid of a really bad
roommate.

They'd find out.

Not for me.

Come on, kid, grow some stones. Now
you're not some scared little peasant

from Calabria.

You're an all -Canadian metalhead.

What's this?

Beavers.

That's classy.

That's mine.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure they don't let you
in before puberty.

Shit.

Get your hands off me.

Agent, you trapped in that hotel room?

She was my partner.

The old man was my father.

This is for them.

We need them alive.

There's only need for potential.

Move it, asshole.

You gonna run me in?

On what charge?

Assault with a deadly weapon.

Have you seen him?

Okay, look.

We have you on the security tapes. We
know you blew up that motel room.

You killed a federal agent.

Hey!

Look at me! Look at me, you piece of
shit!

Have you seen Fratangelo?

Are you even human?

No vocal cords.

Bet he can't read or write.

No emotion that I can find. Basically,
he's a block of wood.

We're going to have to turn him over to
the RCMP.

I say we execute the bastard and drop
his body on the lake.

I asked Charlotte to join us.

If we unsettle him enough, we might be
able to reach his response in two years

and no questions.

If not you, we won't.

You just obey your master like a big,
vicious, very stupid dog.

Your master says kill.

Are you salivating?

He kicks you.

And you beg for more.

Do you know where he is? Are you in
touch with him?

I bet you'd just love to mount him.

You all right?

Yeah. I'm afraid this interview's over.

According to the Frank Eggman system of
facial action coding, the truth can be

found in the expressions that flicker
across all our faces, regardless of age,

race, or gender.

There. See that?

Furrowed lip.

Raised brow.

That's when I asked him where Fratangelo
was.

That's fear.

Yeah. I don't think he's afraid of us.

A fellow's been in touch with
Fratangelo. What have you got for my

Nada. It's locked.

Thanks to our Spanish inquisitrix, I
can't access my encryption -breaking

software. The RCMP's on its way. We have
to hand over the phone. Well, I could

copy it.

I just can't open it.

Maybe you should have this.

Yeah, because a grade three hockey
trophy is a real checkmate.

Good. Yeah.

Apartment 26, knock yourself out.

Well, the phone was only used twice. One
outgoing, one incoming, both local. The

outgoing was to Cousin Carmine, and the
incoming was from a disposable cell

phone. For Tangela.

Disposable phones aren't registered to
anyone. They're untraceable. But the new

ones have GPS.

So even if the phone's turned off, it
might be able to use the phone number to

track its location. I will need your
security code.

Hey.

Dead man walking.

State your name and position for the
record.

Detective Sergeant Gray Jackson,
currently under suspension from ICS.

And you were the partner of Sergeant
Layla Harani?

I was.

There is no 94, Morland. It's just an
alleyway.

Tell them to call the phone.

Did you hear that? Call the phone.

Looks like he just pulled a little, just
pulled a little phone.

Anything else?

Pulled a lot of pizza.

You set him up.

They told his bookies to run him a tab.
They figured if they had my father, then

they had me.

And did they?

By the time I put it together, there was
a mob war underway, so I went to

Kessler, told him I was working at
Undercover.

You lied.

Pretty much, but these Andrangina guys
had to go. I figured I could take them

down. But you were in over your head.

Big time.

And your boss, who should have been
supervising you, was missing in action.

But no, no.

He shouldn't have let you meet
Fratangelo alone.

You didn't have a choice. You should
have put your father in protective

He didn't know about it.

What's going on here?

I'm the one who lied, all right?

All the shit, the bomb, the shootings,
people getting killed, it's all on me.

I'm not your priest, detective.

What? Not a forum for you to work off
your guilt. An investigation into the

truth. The truth?

You don't want the truth. You want
something to use against Kessler.

I think we're done here.

I see it.

We're looking for an illegal.

Seen this guy?

Nope.

Facial action code?

Whoa! Back up. Hands on your head.

Step away from the bar.

Let's see what we have here.

My lawyer's gonna love this.

One start off shotgun.

Switch blade.

The passport.

Hey, Jack.

Yeah, I think I got something for you.

90 Moreland.

Romano School Hall?

Yeah. Okay.

Oh, Tally.

Look for men?

No.

Bertangelo.

I've already got the press crawling up
my ass. This Romano creep's a respected

member of the community. Claims ICS
trampled his rights by conducting a

without a warrant? He had a sawed -off
shotgun.

You had no business being there.

If phony passport is not ICS business,
then please tell me what the hell is.

know he's threatening a lawsuit?

He's also aiding and abetting a vicious
killer. And thanks to your illegal

search and seizure, he'll probably get
away with it. Wait, you let him go?

Bell was set at 10 ,000. The judge
wasn't happy.

Shit. From now on, you go nowhere near
this case.

The future of ICS is hanging on the
slenderest of gossamer threads.

One more PR screw -up, I will personally
shut you down.

Gray?

Dr. Stein, oncology. Dr.

Stein, oncology.

Hey.

Hello there.

Mike, I've heard rumblings.

That's my stomach after eight days on an
IV drip.

They say ICS could soon be gone.

Folded into border services and the
RCMP.

Major Kessler?

Special Counsel Louise Tilden. I was
hoping I could get your statement.

Not without a lawyer present.

You are a lawyer.

Not the kind you need.

Can we proceed?

No, let's do it.

So the fake passport showed for Tangelo
with a beard.

Romano. Isn't this in a pool hall on
Moreland? Yeah, yeah. Keep walking, eh?

Parabolic mics. They can't track moving
targets.

Nobody's listening, Slade. Nobody gives
a shit. Yeah, well, they care enough to

order us off the case.

What? We're completely shut out.

This is me.

Hi.

How's Carver?

He don't know change.

Detective Jackson had infiltrated a hot
car import operation, acting as a dirty

ICS agent with gambling debts.

It wasn't an act, though, was it?

I was posing as a buyer for Sammy's
cars, but Angela got a hold of me, said

was taking over the business.

You need to get your story straight.

I didn't know about the father.

Isn't it your job to know? Don't answer
that.

It's argumentative.

Detective Jackson is a highly
experienced agent.

I had no reason to doubt him. And yet
you suspended him.

No.

Though he asked me to.

Fratangelo threatened to kill Gray
unless he drove a shipment of weapons

the border.

Gray saw a chance to nail him.

This Fratangelo guy is bad news, all
right? We've got to take him down. Just

give me some time.

I see as his possible deniability. You
know what? Then suspend me, because God

knows I've given you a cause.

Fine.

You had Fratangelo dead to rights with a
truckload of automatic weapons. You

even had your own agent inside the cab.

Why on earth didn't you stop him at the
border?

DHS agent Carver was after Nandranga's
entire southern Ontario operation.

I agreed to follow the truck to his
destination.

A decision which I'm sure you now deeply
regret.

Okay. You can't ask him that.

Yes, I do.

Stop it now.

We both know this statement's
inadmissible.

Major Kessler's recovering from serious
injuries, and he's under the influence

of powerful medications.

Well, we'll let the commissioner decide.

Oh, my God.

Is this where the blondes are meeting?

You're a dirty cop.

No, no, no, no.

You're a dirty cop.

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

Remember last night?

We had something there, right?

Yeah, I thought we did, too.

Should he be doing that?

Oh, absolutely not.

Come on.

Here.

You all right?

Mm -hmm.

Well, you'll be happy to know that
Tilden is finally moving out of your

You mean your office?

Please. Put me in charge of a major op.
I'm a pretty decent commander, but this

political bullshit... That's exactly why
I need you.

Pissed off the Minister of Justice and
got us thrown off the case.

I'll let everybody down.

Welcome to the show.

Thank

you.

Hey.

Really?

Oh, shit. Okay, yeah. Yeah, send it.

That was my pal Jackie. He just gave me
a heads up for tangibles at a coffee

shop at Front and Jarvis. Well, what
makes this more reliable than the other

tipsters? Guy got a picture of the
prick.

Let's go.

No, no, we can't.

We've been ordered not to engage.

Oh.

Oh.

You got no idea who I am.

If you want money, just take it. I want
this guy.

Well, you don't believe me. Where is he,
piece of shit?

Where is he?

I want to know where he is!

Yeah? He's at a coffee shop, northeast
corner of Frontage, Arvis.

Did

you

just call Gray?

you two go go pick him up or or help him
out or jesus whatever the hell seems to

work

Yeah. Please tell me that you are not in
that coffee shop. I'm not. Neither is

he.

You got eyes on?

Forget it, Maggie. You still got a
career to lose.

Great. Give me your 20, please.

Arrogant son of a bitch. If you go after
him alone, you'll lose him.

Don't we deserve a piece of him, too?

He's walking west on front.

Suspect on foot, heading west on front.
Ray is following, also on foot.

Slade, give me Gray.

Gray, where are you? He's heading north
on mark. He's picking up the pace.

Has he made him?

I don't think so.

I'll hit him off the cake.

Superintendent Norton for Sergeant
Randall.

Well, then patch me through to Sergeant
Randall. Where is he?

Potential is not in the goddamn coffee
shop. He's at Market and King with my

agents in pursuit.

No, no, no, no. Do not put me on hold.

It's Angelo.

You again, huh?

You're like a gnat.

How did we not tell you?

You want another chance?

I'll make it easy.

Your pasta.

Shut up.

Shut up!

You're not getting out of here alive.

You got one shot before you go down. You
want to waste that on a stranger?

Make a good point.

Nice work.

Wasn't me. I couldn't get a clue. Was

he dead?

Oh, yeah.

Pity. He deserved to go slowly.

You all right?

An unarmed ICS officer.

Detective Sergeant Gray Jackson goaded
the gunman, distracting him long enough

for his colleagues to deliver a fatal
shot.

Now, the gunman has been identified as
notorious mobster Adriano Fratangelo,

was behind the recent firefight that
killed eight people. It's all over the

Dozens of videos, snapshots.

Everybody with a smartphone suddenly
considers themselves a news

Congratulations. You still have to face
the inquiry, but for now, anyway, ICS

has redeemed itself.

We have. Weren't you listening?

Detective Jackson is a hero. With total
disregard for his own safety, he saved

the baby's mommy and brought down the
bad guy. That hero created the mess in

first place, and Fratangelo was shot by
an MI6 agent who officially wasn't even

there. Just take the win.

Politics is like showbiz.

Everybody loves a good story. The best
stories are hardly ever true.

Politicians.

this song with me and you will never

be sad or alone

on the road or at home

That's how I've worked this, my dear.

Sing this song with me and you

will never be sad or alone.

You're pretty great, Jenna.

Just figuring that out.

Sing a...

That's how boys feel, might be.