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Detective Sergeant Jackson, please tell
us how you came to be driving an illegal

shipment of weapons across the border in
the... Previously on the border. Wow.

Okay, you look spectacular.

Detective Sergeant Jackson, I would
suggest you is going undercover.

Your dance card is more than full of
Miss Idaho.

There's nothing between me and Agent
Kerber. You're a dirty cop.

I'm not. We had something. If you value
the cooperation of Homeland Security,

you'll keep them away from our
investigation.

What's Agent Carver doing? She's
regained consciousness.

She's breathing on her own.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

You took quite a hit.

You didn't get off easy yourself.

I wasn't expecting you back.

I heard you were offered a post in
Washington.

I still have 18 months of my Toronto
contract, and I'd like to finish what I

start.

Good for you.

So what are you working on?

Walter Pinscher, a bonded courier from
your side of the line, popped up dead on

mine. I received a preliminary DHS
report.

We need to know what Walter was
carrying. It might have got him killed.

Sorry to, uh...

May I just say how fit and healthy you
look.

Thank you, Slade. What'd you find?

Walter Pinscher went south last Monday,
picked up documents at an American

software company.

Anything sensitive?

You mean worth dying for? Nope, just
tech manuals and reports.

Where was the shipment headed?

A legit business in Mississauga.

Package delivered Friday.

Wait a minute, this guy crossed back
into Canada?

Four days after he died.

Delivery from beyond the grave.

Have good service.

Yeah.

Yeah. Okay. Okay, thank you.

Courier company confirms Walter Pinter
dropped off the documents, parked the

in the lot, and left a voicemail,
quitting his job. Company couldn't reach

so they put his final paycheck in the
mail.

Was he cashed? No.

He's divorced, no kids, nobody reported
him missing.

No one's seen Pinter at his building in
a couple weeks.

Mail's piling up, science experiment in
the fridge.

Whoever's using Pinter's identity knows
enough not to show his face around the

neighborhood.

Find our ghost yet? Oh, sorry. Didn't
mean to scare you. I knew you were

So who's walking around in the dead
man's shoes?

Here he is leaving our home and native
land ten days ago. Image quality sucks,

but that is Walter.

And there he is coming back four days
after sinking to the bottom of the Erie

Canal. When I die, the first place I'm
not going is work.

Whoever that is, he looks a lot like
Walter Pinscher. Can you run facial

recognition, see if we've got either of
these guys in the database?

Yeah, I'll broaden the parameters,
increase the error factor on the

Yeah, I think this puts them into being
more forgiving.

Yeah.

Yeah, you like animals?

I adopted a cat.

Male.

Marconi. Very cool.

Hangs with the cats from the alley. You
know, they got this acapella thing

going. Okay.

I'm assuming you've heard I had gerbils.

See, that was the old Slade.

I think we got a match.

So that's the real Walter Pinscher.

Who's the double?

Whoever he is, he's got a beautiful head
of hair.

That's Cole Thorpe.

There's nothing beautiful about him.

Cole Thorpe is a prominent American
white supremacist who was deported from

Canada in the 90s and banned from re
-entry.

I remember, he was a Holocaust denier,
an original type, right?

These fine and bald -handed individuals
are members of a white supremacist group

called the True Heritage Alliance,
chaptered in BC, Alberta, and Ontario.

The franchise is still available.

Cole Thorpe was the driving force behind
their organization and expansion in the

90s. The FBI has a file on him, but he
hasn't been under surveillance since the

anti -terrorism unit emptied the cookie
jar.

Sleep.

He's one in connection with the shooting
of a black teacher.

Wow, they do look a lot alike.

So Thorpe killed the courier for his
identity.

More likely he had his skinhead steward.

Why now? Why was Thorpe willing to risk
crossing back into Canada?

He's got to be planning something.

You and Callie work with pieces.

Find out if Thorpe has made contact with
any of his good old boys in Canada.

Sleep.

Monitor the chatter on the white
supremacist site. See if there's

that's got them excited.

This is not someone you want roaming
free. Find him and I'll take the trash

where it belongs.

You know... Gray worked

a gun smuggling case for Customs and
Revenue about five years ago. He put a

of these neo -Nazis away.

Was his cover blown?

No.

He might still have some contacts.

Send them in.

What does it take to get fired up here?
Detective Jackson's been cleared of any

wrongdoing. As far as I'm concerned,
he's shit for duty.

I thought I told you DHS won't work with
Jackson, not on this case, not ever.

Do you still have neo -Nazi contacts?

Maybe.

This one guy made a pretty good snitch.

You still in touch?

Yeah, I still heard he was inside.

He's a pretty messed up kid, though. He
used to follow me around like a puppy.

Track him down, see if he knows anything
about Colesorp.

Frank.

Frank. Frank.

Where the hell you been?

Working.

Yeah, well, things haven't been so great
for me.

Yeah, I can see that.

I don't exactly have friends in here.

Yeah, well, some of these guys take
Swastikas personally.

Yeah, he's already come at me once.

So you got 22 months left on a three
-year wrap.

Maybe I can help you out.

Depends on what you're willing to give
me. Anything, whatever.

Get me the hell out of here.

So what are the white boys up to these
days?

The word in here is that the foot
soldiers are heading west.

Why?

Get me out of here, I can find out.

Just don't leave me in here, okay?

We're still talking, right?

These guys I'm after, these are the guys
you call family.

You gonna turn on them?

There were five, five of us the night we
stopped that packing kid. You

fractured his skull.

Yeah, how many of those guys you see in
this shithole?

You're the first guy who's ever treated
me decent.

Come on.

Come on, you leave me in here, I'm worse
than dead.

If this goes,

you better not screw it up.

All right.

All right, Frank.

You and me stirring the shit like the
old days, huh?

I've updated your old cover, Frank.

You've been busy the last five years.

You're ex -military, you got kicked out
of the RCRs, and then you got a job

working at a meatpacking plant.

Nice. And you lost that when the owners
decided to hire cheap immigrant labor.

That must have pissed me off. Yeah, you
just got out of jail where you were

serving time for aggravated assault.

And you've discovered the power of the
Internet.

You've written some really insightful
commentary on Canada's cultural mosaic.

White race is being wiped out. We've got
to stop talking about it and do

something before it's too late.

Aryan pit bull, that's a good handle.

I've backdated the post.

So it makes it look like you've been
doing this for years.

And just in case anyone thought the
Aryan pit bull was all bark and no bite,

here's the assault that put Frank
Mitchell away.

That's a nice reveal.

Thank you.

You can really see Hitchcock's influence
in my work.

Go bad about that last take. I didn't
mean to actually kick the guy.

So now you're sending Gray Jackson
undercover?

I told you that DHS doesn't want him
anywhere near this.

Cole Thorpe is in our jurisdiction.

You must have someone else you can send
in.

Detective Jackson has a strong
relationship with an informant and

with the white supremacist movement.

Is this bullshit?

We all played a part in the shooting,
including you and me.

If Gray Jackson had been straight with
us... If you want to assign another

to handle him, that's your call.

I understand you like to finish where
you start.

B .C. hate crime says racial tensions
are on the rise in Surrey. The True

Heritage Alliance have been handing out
flyers, holding rallies.

Gray's informant said the neo -Nazis are
heading to B .C. Cole Thorpe could be

in Surrey.

Gray, could you step in?

Stay on the trail.

Deportation's not enough. I want to nail
him with something that's going to

stick.

What's up?

If you cross the line so much as a hair,
I'm cutting you loose.

He sent in the guy out undercover?

Has he lost his freaking mind?

Gray's informant?

Demonstrates poor impulse control, is
prone to unpredictable behavior, and has

abandonment issues which manifest in
uncontrolled fits of rage.

That's great.

Gray's going to be the mature one.

Frank, hey, let's do this thing, huh?

Can we stop the chicken?

No, we'll grab food at the airport.

It's got to be the dirty bird, dude.

Some good food, a nice piece of ass, and
I'll be ready to rock.

We're not going on vacation here, Danny.
This is work.

Yeah, I know, but we've got to eat
something, right?

You can think of hanging me up to dry in
this one, and you're coming right back

in here.

Oh, man.

Why did Geronimo get so much hot ass? I
swear. I bet they're coming out of the

woodwork because they know how horny I
am.

Check it out.

I just got a bad case of yellow fever.

Oh, man. What the hell?

Go get us some coffee.

Go on.

Go. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the
final warning call for Air Canada flight

224 to Halifax. All passengers, please
report to gate A1.

Give me yourself.

Ernie, your bookie is number three on
speed dial. Hit that and I'll answer.

Did you service them my real bookie
every day, man?

You're gonna check in with me every day.
No exceptions, no screw -ups.

So how long is the deep freeze gonna
last?

Get a parka.

Danny Colson.

I'm an old friend of Gore.

Who?

A friend? Me.

It's gonna happen. I guarantee it.

We're gonna do it.

They can't stop them. Once we've got
them, they can do it. Gore!

Hey, Gore!

Uh, Danny.

Hey, Danny. Yeah.

We met at the Brampton rally.

I went away for the Pathy Kid in
Toronto.

You probably heard.

Right.

Yeah, so when did you get out?

A couple days ago.

Get this kid whatever he wants.

A shot of bourbon and beer.

Thanks, Gord.

Who's your friend?

Frank Mitchell.

Yeah, yeah, dude's psycho.

You should check out... Aryan people on
the board, that's him who's got the kick

-ass video.

That shit cost me two years.

Good for you.

I

have

spent the last seven hours on racist
websites from Belgium to Brazil.

Oh, you need a shower.

No. No, you do not.

I can't believe I just said that. I just
meant that all those websites are just

so slimy. Not a lot of originality in
the comments. Most of them write like

third graders.

You're surprised?

I did find one guy, though. He's more
measured, thoughtful in his blog. I'd

he's got a degree.

Does he have any cred in the community?

A bunch of websites have links to his
blog. He sings the praises of Cole

and his readers respond to him like he's
some kind of guru.

Could be Thorpe himself.

Track this guy.

Oh, sure, yeah.

No problem, because a guy like that's
going to use his real name.

Seriously, he'll have barricaded his
tech fortress with more defenses than

Alduar. Then marshal your tanks,
healers, and damage dealers.

Dude, you know Warcraft?

I know my DPS from my TBS.

asshole.

I said move your truck, asshole!

Hey!

I'm talking to you!

That's right, you, you duke! Open your
snotty eyes!

Hey, shithead! Yeah, you, he said move
your truck.

He said move your truck.

Shit.

Come on, man, where'd you get your
license? A fortune cookie?

Yeah, I'm talking to you. Come here.

Come here, man.

I'm talking to you.

10 -33, 10 -60. Assault in progress.

Come on! Yeah,

baby,

come on!

Let's go. Come on, man. The Duke's got
to learn.

Don't blow your wine, kid.

Bruised kidney, two broken ribs,
internal bleeding. You're lucky Mr. Lee

still alive.

The guy was in the wrong place at the
wrong time, and Danny was out of

Your niche, your responsibility. Hey, I
stopped it, all right?

Frychuk stopped it.

What was your plan if you didn't? I
would have handled it. Yeah, right.

Any word on Thorpe?

No, nothing yet.

No sign of the target?

No intel on where he is or if he's even
affiliated with... You give me a break.

I just got here yesterday.

Is your cover secure?

Don't worry about me.

I don't. I only care about getting Thor.

Yeah, well, that makes two of us.

Greg, where the hell you been, man?
Breakfast.

Why don't you get me? I'm starving.

Hey, what are you doing?

Come on, man. It's my fault.

You might have potential.

Get in.

Where are we going?

Disneyland.

All right.

Who's up for a little target practice?

He's not Cole Thorpe.

Your blogger?

I got his IP address.

He tried to mask it by using a proxy
server in Berlin.

A single proxy?

So where is he?

He uses a computer at the U of T
library.

Latest post between 4 .30 and 6 p .m.

I'd have to have a university ID number
to access those computers.

Cole Thorpe has zero connection to the U
of T, so we are tracking a different

wingman.

Our guy's articulate, influential, and
well -respected in the neo -Nazi online

community. He might still lead us to
Thorpe. Can you pull a list of everyone

accessed the U of T computers yesterday?

Can I?

I assume you know that my skill set is
somewhat beyond the... Um, I was being

polite. Yeah.

Of course you were.

That is so you.

Let's see if you're as good as the kid
says.

Oh, you won't believe this, kid.

Oh, yeah.

You could take a lesson.

Where did you learn to shoot like that?

Gauge down.

They don't teach that in basic.

I trained as a sniper.

If you saw any action, you'd get tossed
out for beating up a raghead.

How the hell does that work?

It's the army, man. They train you to
shoot the bastard, and they kick you out

for cleaning up your own backyard.

Country's upside down, Frank.

The government bends over for every gook
and camel jockey with a sob story.

Gets them free medical, free education.

They're giving away the whole goddamn
country.

Leaves decent, hard -working white
Canadians like you and me on the

line. You got that right.

This is our country.

We gotta get the message out.

We're taking it back.

Get the message out? Let's buff some
heads.

We got a little something coming up.

All right. Just tell me when and where.

Let's see what you can do with a little
more firepower.

Go ahead.

It's all yours.

Go for it.

I tracked the U of T database.

Here's a list of user IDs and passwords
with corresponding students and

professors.

So which ones accessed the library
computers yesterday?

Afternoon library users.

Huh? Huh? Wait for it.

There's your guy.

He used the same computer I tracked the
blog post to.

You might be the only guy I've ever met
who actually lives up to his reputation.

Moose, you want to go pick up a mystery
racist with me?

Let's do it.

That's my reputation as a technical
genius, right?

Because the gerbils are no more.

All right.

That's it for today, boys. Let's pack it
up.

Stick with us.

The targets will not be paper.

Your time's your own till tomorrow.

That was awesome.

We're here to find Cole Ford.

Yeah, I know. Okay, well, stay focused.

Yeah, I'm cool, man. Come on. Let's go
get our drink on.

I was registered for, like, two weeks.

Well, somebody's been using your student
number and password to access the

computers. Man, I didn't even know I had
a student number.

This is a dead end.

Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Sean. Sorry for
bothering you.

Yeah, so, uh, the student card.

Do I get free stuff?

Discounts or something?

Oh, yeah. Everywhere.

I know. Listen to this. Listen to this.
Twelve years old. I walked straight up

to the guy's house. I spray a swan on
the rock.

Broad daylight.

No,

no. Seriously.

Yeah, look, I got company.

I'll call you later.

Mr. Thorpe, good to see you. How was
Alberta?

Productive. We got some great people
there.

Oh, we got some good people here, too.

Nice setup, Gord.

Not in your name, I hope.

Of course not.

Carver. It's me.

Who are you?

Go to Frycheck's place.

Thorpe's here.

Give me an address.

I can't. I have no idea where I am. They
blindfolded me when I came in.

Listen to me. They think they might be
building a bomb.

Are you in Vancouver?

Can you give me a landmark?

No.

No, I... Look, I told you, right? Babe
was last minute. Me and some of the guys

just felt like taking off.

Give me something. How far from the
metal club?

No. Will you quit bitching at me?

It's my girlfriend. She's pissed off.

I don't care how pussy whipped you are.
I catch you messing with my stuff again,

I'll kill you. I'm sorry, man.

Just see the ass on her.

Get out of here.

You don't hang up on me. Where the hell
are you?

Sorry, sweetheart. Frank won't be making
it home for supper tonight.

What the hell is this?

Put Frank back on the phone right now,
asshole.

I got a list of everyone who had access
to Sean's student number. Very unlikely

any Jewish or Visman staff would write a
neo -Nazi blog, so I crossed them off.

Who's left?

Three professors, two administrators, an
IT guy, and an Ontario judge who used

to lecture part -time in civics.

Okay, check them all.

All

right,

take a break, boys.

Mr. Thorpe wants to say a few words.

You know, in these troubling times, it's
difficult to stand up for what you

believe in, to fight an oppressive
system of government that seems intent

stealing your nation, your birthright,
to protect your right of free speech.

But you know, as I do, that our
forefathers worked hard on these

nations based on traditional European...

Christian values.

You are revolutionaries in the most

important war ever fought on Canadian
soil. The battle for an all -white

nation.

Today, we launch an assault.

that will take back what is yours.

To send a message to others who have
been too afraid to speak out. We are not

alone. It is not too late.

This is the beginning.

And together, we can rebuild this once
great nation.

White power!

Did he tell you where the van's going?

It's fertilizing. They get cash from
grow -ups. Come on, man. It's a truck

You don't know that. Hey, look. We need
to learn the target.

Sorry to break up your little heart -to
-heart here, girls, but I got some good

news.

Yeah. Yeah. You made the cut.

Hell, yeah.

Let's go cause some damage.

Thanks, man.

Hey, that judge asked me to run the ex
-U of T prof. He's been sniffing around

Gray's cover.

Charles Burke.

Yeah, my guy at corrections said Judge
Burke inquired about Danny's early

release.

Burke is an Ontario court judge. He's
got no business with a superior court

conviction like Danny's. Yeah, but he
also ran a background check on Frank

Mitchell. If he's checking out Gray and
Danny, he could be feeding the

information to Goldthorne. Yeah.

A judge.

Come on, you never met a racist judge.

This is the building site of a three
-phase condo that will take six years to

complete. Six years of full -time wages.

And those jobs are not going to go to
white Canadians. Your provincial

government awarded the contract to
Gurdeep Singh.

On a few hours, you were going to send
them a little message.

I need to pull Gray.

We haven't found him. Hey, Gray, I'm
still trying to track down Gord

Gray's cover could be blown.

What happened?

Colthorpe has got a friend on the
Ontario bench.

We'll land on the judge. You call me the
minute you find Gray.

The six of you will stake out the fight.
When the workers arrive for their

shift, you pick off every packing you
can find.

There's a beer for everyone you hit.

Now, Gore will supply you with weapons
and ammunition.

Good stuff.

Yeah, M -16s, like you've been using.

Bulletproof, Beth.

Balaclava for the chicken shits who
don't want their faces to be seen.

No way I'm wearing a mask.

My face is going to be the last thing
those curry eaters see.

Any questions?

Good. Let's gear up.

All right. Yeah.

Go.

Camel jockey hunting.

I got a big fist.

Yeah. Use my can.

Thorpe sending guys to shoot Sikh
workers.

Condo site. Colebrook at 168. Let's
move.

He's all yours.

I didn't know he was a cop, boy. I
swear, I didn't know.

You want me to trust you?

You're going to have to finish the job.

You want me to kill him?

I don't want to know about it.

Just do it.

10 -22.

You've got the wrong target. Nothing's
here. Nothing's here.

Go back. Go back. Thanks, guys.

Hey,

think about this, Danny.

Shut up.

I turn up dead, who are they going to
come looking for? I say shut your hole,

all right?

You're going to spend the rest of your
life in jail. Guards don't like cop

killers. Move it!

Listen, man, you don't have to do this.
You can still... Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Quit pissing around!

You're a judge.

People look to you for justice.

And I dispense it.

How many rulings have been poisoned by
your bigotry? And how many criminals

go free when your decisions are
overturned?

I'm not my lawyer.

You know, I feel I can hold you 48 hours
without one.

On what grounds?

Creating and embedding a known fugitive.

Those are your phone records.

Who asked you to check out Danny Coulson
and Frank Mitchell?

My office handles hundreds of inquiries.
Would you pass the information to?

I don't know what you're talking about.
Tell me what Cole Thorpe is planning.

I have no idea. He's initiated a
criminal operation in BC. What is the

Criminals stream into this country from
all over the world.

You must stem the tide.

If anybody dies, you'll be charged with
conspiracy to commit murder.

Put it down. Put it down.

You've got a choice.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

I shot him up. He's just always talking.

Everything. He's just... He's just
talking.

Everything. He's just so...

He's dead.

Just remember to put that in your report
that I saved your life.

Because then it's not murder if I save a
cop's life, right? Hey, hey, hey.

Get your shit together. I'm going to go.

Now, come on.

Come on!

No way.

Listen to me.

You're going to distract him so I can
get in there.

Let's go. Keep going. Come on.

Hey.

Hey.

Job's done.

I didn't know what to do with the body,
so I think I should burn it or

something. Anyway, come.

So, who do we like?

Synagogues, mosques, Chinese corner
stores. These guys have more than enough

hate to go around.

I bet we're still looking for a Sikh
target.

In Surrey, white supremacists have a
special hate on for Sikhs. That narrows

down to about 400 ,000 people.

Carver.

Liz, you got the wrong target. I know.
Where am I going?

We're looking for a Sikh event. Press is
there in some sort of grand opening.

It's live on the Multiculti channel.

You don't need those.

I got it.

It's the old Legion site. They bulldozed
it to build a Sikh family resource

center.

Agent Carver, this is Agent Massey at
ICS. We've got the target.

I have an excellent turnout.

Get out the passenger side door and walk
away.

What's in the bag?

Down your shit.

Go on, go on.

We'll get in there too.

Here we go.

Get everybody back.

Get them back. All right.

Everyone, please step back.

Relax. Step back. Thank you.

Hey,

I could get into this undercover shit.
How much do you pay?

Nothing. Hey, man.

I saved your life.

You didn't have to kill the guy.

Come on, you don't have to do this. We
got a deal. I won't disappear this time,

all right? I'll get you some help.