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When it comes to crime, most people keep their distance.

Staying out of trouble is human nature.

It's a smart thing to do.

But if you're like me, and you infiltrate

criminal gangs for a living, doing the smart thing is not always possible.

Not that the job doesn't have its perks.

Going new places, meeting new people.

It's like Club Med for guys with a death wish.

But you want to know the best part of this job?

You are never, ever bored.

A week ago, helping the law dismantle a gang was the furthest thing from my

mind.

I was starting a new life, teaching part -time and getting to know

Melanie Meadwell.

Now when it comes to women, you tell them you did a little time for a

disagreement with a drunk off -duty cop, then they tend to dance in the opposite

direction.

This is safe, right?

Not me.

Are you okay?

For her?

The past is exactly that in the future with something we would discover

together.

I was thinking after I finished this research proposal, maybe we could go

somewhere together.

You know, have a little adventure.

Nothing expensive, just... Broke grad student or boyfriend on a budget.

Gone wild.

Any place you've never been before that you'd like to go?

Your house.

I prefer your place.

Yeah.

While Mel was pursuing her studies, I was continuing my own education.

After Hours, which is how I became reacquainted with Winstead Blau.

P .C. was a 49, a soldier for the Pantene Triad. He wanted his nickname

settling an argument with a formal mallet, just like Prince Charles.

We met in prison, although you couldn't exactly call us friends.

Hey, Schooner, right? How long you been out?

And that's the thing about becoming an infiltrator.

You don't go looking for the job.

It finds you.

And you don't see it coming.

Until it's already there.

Sir, didn't mean to put you on the spot back there. No disrespect.

Untaken.

How's the, uh, kiddie karate business?

It's, uh, doing okay.

Dude, okay.

The guy with your moves did your time like a man, not a bitch.

Should be doing a lot better than okay.

Listen, I want to move some weight into Quebec.

Trouble is, bikers hate it.

Ralph's a such racist.

I hear you grew up there.

You know the street.

You know the people.

I'll make you my middleman.

You'll never see a Tom again.

Just one guelo doing business with another.

and hanging with those guys, it's not something I do anymore.

Oh, yeah, you're having a cake now.

I'll talk to my 426, all right?

And we'll check you out. Hey, Dye, make sure we can trust you.

Take it over.

Are you coming up?

Yeah.

I know where we'll go.

Skydiving in Newfoundland.

What?

Apparently, Gros Morin National Park is spectacular from 13 ,000 feet.

I love you.

Good night.

Wakey, wakey.

I needed something for the bagels.

Morning.

Don't worry, I waited...

Until she left.

Hey, listen.

My 426 is cool with us doing business, all right? But only on a tribal basis.

Can we take it slow?

Build the trust.

Won't work.

Why not?

Because I've been gone too long.

All my contacts are either dead or in jail.

So make some new ones.

I'm not your man.

Except you already know my business, which...

Puts me in an awkward position.

Deal with it.

Deal with it.

She's studying psychology?

Must be handy with a nut like you.

Say no again, try to leave town.

I'll be her new teacher.

So, I've been doing a little bit more thinking about the best way to introduce

you to my parents.

Did you already eat?

Uh, just a snack.

So we take those aspects of your past that might be considered negative and we

turn them on their heads. So, uh, prison, that is, um... A big, fat

The point is, you made a mistake and now you're turning your life around. And

that is a brave and noble thing.

What's wrong?

The martial arts and the criminal record, interesting.

Historic silences, not so much.

Promise me that every time I tell you something that might make you freak out,

you'll count to three.

Okay.

Just now this guy I knew from prison dropped by PC Lau, real badass, and he

wanted to talk.

So why did he drop by?

He wants me to go into business with him.

Obviously, I said no.

And then he threatened to hurt you unless I changed my mind, and then he

Don't worry about it.

I will deal with him.

No, you'll go to the police.

No, I don't think so.

We're going to the police.

If you have a record, can you go to the police?

No matter how pure your intentions, take the only one thing.

PC Lau.

Never heard of him.

So what exactly did PC do to you that you needed to come in here to rat him

Is this how you protect people?

He threatened to hurt me unless Alex agreed to help him sell his heroin.

Last time I checked, extortion and trafficking were against the law.

I appreciate you coming in. We'll keep the complaint on file.

Thank you.

What does that even mean, we'll keep the complaint on file?

What it means is taxpayers get a pat on the head and ex -cons get the door.

Bottom line, P .C. Lauer is a businessman.

Once he understands I'd be bad for business, he will change his mind and

problem will go away.

Only thing we like more than a good fight's a cheap movie.

Had time to think it over?

You're Chinese.

I'm not.

Very bad for business.

My product, your friend?

Perfect.

You say you don't mean my friend.

What do I know about yours?

Nothing.

Meet my friends. Not bad, huh?

All

in.

Too rich for my body.

Both.

I just want one more hand.

We both know you're broke, buddy.

Look, 15 years old, wants to be a model.

Sweet.

And since you guys are friends, you guys get first crack.

$1 ,000 a night.

Eh, $500.

My last day

For

me this is for my

friend

Morning. Forgot your book.

What? No moat?

Yeah.

Thought you said you were broke.

Well, yeah, me, not my parents.

No kidding.

How'd the research proposal come?

Slowly.

I, um, lower the drawbridge and get you a coffee?

Where do I get the feeling

that one of those count to three situations?

That guy I was talking about from prison?

The one I said I would take care of.

Oh. Wow.

Alex, my sister Zoe. Zoe, Alex.

How long has he been in the house?

Not long.

So this is Alex.

He teaches martial arts. He's a secret.

Oh, cool.

You know, I always wondered, does any of that Jackie Chan stuff actually work?

Because in a street fight, all that classroom crap just goes out the window,

right?

Zoe, take Gordon Gekko Cradle Raider and go.

Oh, good morning.

Dad, this is Alex. Alex.

Dad. Oh, it's a friend from school?

No.

Uh, well, yes. Uh, karate class.

Ah, well, I'm off to work.

Nice to meet you, Alex.

I understand.

I'm not ashamed of you. I just... You want to protect your dad from guys like

me.

So what was it that you wanted to talk about?

It was nothing. I wanted to see you, meet the family and say hi.

So that guy, you sorted it out?

Yeah. No worries.

Alex Kane, Sergeant Guy Poirier, Criminal Intelligence Services.

Criminal what?

Criminal Intelligence Services. We make sure that law enforcement agencies share

resources so the bad guys don't slip through the cracks.

That's how I know about your beef with PC.

Sergeant Braden and I already had that conversation.

The camp can try to have 50 ,000 members worldwide.

You take care of PC, there's still 49 ,999.

Meet me at the Novotel Hotel, the Brookdale room.

Make sure you're not following.

There will be snacks.

Interesting fact about crooks.

Even retired ones.

You can always smell another ex -con a mile away.

It's like radar for bad guys.

And almost never wrong.

Recognize him?

P .C. Lau.

Did some time at Kent the same time I was there.

And then he threatened your girlfriend if you wouldn't help him sell his

So then you must know Bunny Hole.

Tried to sell a table of poker players, including myself, sex with a 15 -year

-old named Bowie.

When?

Last night.

For a guy trying to go straight, you know more than your share of bad guys,

Kane. For the head of the Asian gang squad, you don't.

Donald Wong, PC's immediate boss, his red pole.

Donald's taken over most of the Camtans' criminal operations, which makes him

our prime target.

It was his idea to bring in girls like...

On modeling contracts.

He sets up bogus agencies in Shanghai, Hong Kong, Guangzhou.

And the girls come to him.

No kidnapping, no snakeheads.

Some of them even pay their own way.

So why not just arrest him and P .C.? To bust Donald, she needs a way in. The

trouble is that although the Camden have friendlies operating inside of her

house, she doesn't have anybody operating inside theirs.

Until now.

P .C. is what's known as the gunk.

A bonafide bad guy who's so desperate to do business that he creases the wheels,

allowing you inside.

You want me to be an informant?

An informant?

Rats out his friends.

You would be an infiltrator.

A member of my team.

Think about what it means to have PC on the street.

Think about Bao Li.

With your help, we can save her and a hundred other girls just like her.

Before you go, my second -in -command has just a few more questions for you.

Let's talk about your time in Iraq.

You okay?

Yeah.

Just a little dehydrated.

Definitely the red.

Take care, Motorcycle Man.

Hey, Alex.

Hey, not to worry, okay? We're scared because we care.

Donald's orders.

And now it's time to go.

Donald said check him out.

We check him out.

the ghost ego i never talked to a 49 like that doesn't matter if you're

following orders you show respect right hey brother that doesn't get your heart

pumping you don't know how to have fun okay yeah

fun gangster fact

mafia cops only stake out italian restaurants while triad cops stick to

chinatown This might explain why good fellows enjoyed this one, while PC loved

his capicola.

What's this I hear about you passing out on the street today?

You're on drugs or what?

Low blood sugar.

I thought you were dehydrated.

Just want to make sure I'm not getting into business with a junkie.

I don't discuss my glucose level with strangers.

Not even naked ones.

I keep it above 70, I can kick anyone's ass. Who's that?

Who, him?

Yeah.

Oh, boy.

Seems familiar.

Your friend?

No.

He's just some rich kid who ripped me off a million years ago, no big deal.

Really?

Remember that Pinto wannabe gangster at the car game the other night, running

home?

Borrowed 20 Gs from me.

Blew it at cards, and now he thinks because he's worked for Donald, he's a

stiff... Let's get the brick.

The guy's stupid.

Just not stupid enough to show up in places where I wouldn't lose face by

beating on him.

I need to get him alone.

We're in France.

Every rat's got a nest. Let's dig.

Still hungry?

It's a little past our bedtime.

Oh, faithful.

That's cute.

Guess I have to find another way to say thank you.

So if Bunny's in debt, it doesn't matter how far up Donald's ass he is.

He's not yet a brother and gives P .C. the right to collect by any means

necessary. So if I help P .C. get the money?

Then you piss off the Ghost Eagles, you impress P .C., but you get one step

closer to Donald.

You people keep an eye on my girlfriend. They make sure she's safe.

And I will dig up enough evidence to bury Donald Wong.

Then we'll put him and P .C. away, and we send that little girl, Bally, home.

Brian!

Not so high.

You remember what happened last time?

McGrady's phone number. You need to talk to her or to me to use this.

No SIM cards, that way there's no record of incoming or outgoing calls.

$2 ,000 a week will be deposited into a private account.

If you live long enough to testify, I'll buy you a steak dinner.

Hello? Hey.

It's me.

Um, can you call me back in an hour? What's wrong?

Oh, ER at St.

Michael's. Zoe's boyfriend, Phillip.

He claims he fell down a flight of stairs, but Zoe thinks that somebody got

of the attitude and beat the crap out of him.

I'll call you back.

Hey, Alec. Miss me?

What'd you do to that kid?

Let's just say next time Bay Street sees you, He won't owe you money.

I'll be at your place in an hour.

Time to go bunny hunting.

Alex? He's coming in an hour.

I'm going after Bunny and your wife.

You need to delay the meeting until you can tell me where it is you're going so

your team can get in there and check the place out.

You want to nail PC or not? I want evidence that will stand up in court.

don't want anyone to die, including you.

It's all him.

I'll try to make sure PC doesn't kill anyone.

The rest is up to you.

First thing you notice when you wear a wire, your surveillance team never parks

close enough to save your life.

Which probably makes it a good idea to stay near the exit.

This is Bunny's bar, okay? That's the place.

See that guy at the bar table?

Kevin's home.

Bunny's cousin. He'll know where to find him.

What about the other guys?

Yo, Seagulls. Friends of Bunny's.

You handle them, I'll take Kevin.

Hey, how you doing, Kevin?

Where the hell is Buddy?

Buddy, I am the door. All right, I'll buy you a drink. The 49th finished his

chat. No one died.

Let's head over to the bar.

What's wrong?

Some new DVB -T receivers use the same frequency as the QHF wireless mic.

English?

This is why I needed a tech survey.

Ralph, my friend.

I gotta say, you belong in front of a camera, not behind a bar.

You know my friend Bunny Ho?

He's a modeling agent.

Bunny? Oh, my God.

That creep never stops sitting on me.

I'll buy you dinner, take some test shots of you in my new studio.

How'd that go?

Place is out in Ajax. It's Aunt Uncle's house.

What is wrong with this stupid TV?

Down in my cover, going into the toilet.

Go.

Hey.

Idiot doesn't know where he is. Come on, let's go.

According to the barmaid, one knee jack is going to go down.

Keep walking, Wonder Woman.

You know, if he's staying in his uncle's house, he's probably feeding himself.

If we wait till supper, chances are he'll probably be there.

Now we go now.

No signal, no evidence.

He needs backup.

He needs to understand the consequence of disobeying my orders. He's the

Our job is to follow.

Not this time.

No guns.

What? You do it my way, you'll forget your money, and the cops will never know

we were here.

54 Edge Park Way?

54 Edge Park Court.

I got their mail again.

I work for Donald. I pay when I can.

Hey, what's your name?

Bao. Bao?

Why did you come to the Golden Mountain, Belle?

To be a model.

To be a model.

Except Bunny here is going to sell your ass. Not your face.

Stay there. And he'll keep selling your little ass until it's so worn out, even

though men won't pay.

Right, Bunny?

You can walk out right now and tell the cops all about Mr. Ho, your modeling

agent. Then you can explain to Donald how this one got away.

Hey, Auntie!

Give him the money.

Take it. Give him the money.

Take it. Take it.

I'm going to take this red snap for crap.

I want that ring, too.

Come on. I don't have all day.

The girl went out the back. Go get her.

Listen, you were going to go that way. You were going to run and you were not

going to stop. Hey, get her inside. Let's go.

Now.

I'm so sorry.

I order you

to shoot. You can't pull the trigger. We killed Bunny and we got to do him all

that again. Poor their bodies.

How much money you bring in for Donald?

You bring down that machine and we are finished.

You're checking me out? I am checking you out! And your psycho bullshit is

get us both killed!

I have a

message.

It's my wife.

Says she's gonna bring us a nice bottle of wine to go with that pickle up your

ass.

You drive.

Dad, you're bleeding.

And I'm just going to make the boo -boo all better. Okay.

Hey, college is student for you.

You're nurse for me.

Here's to Jenny, best mommy in the world.

And here's to Sherman and

Daisy, the best children in the whole world.

Here's to Uncle Alex.

We may have different styles, but when the swords come out, we bleed together.

Cheers. Aren't you going to kiss him, Daddy?

No.

But, uh...

Backup? There was no backup. Because you didn't give your team time to set up.

You want to live, learn to control the situation. Just like you gave the order

not to have me followed after we left the bar? Explain to him the difference

between a scripted meet and a smash and grab, and make sure he writes some notes

that work better than that microphone.

Or what? Your plans?

Cancel them!

Case notes.

Crash course.

After you.

Rule number one.

Juries love a show -and -tell.

Written notes on the right, physical evidence on the left.

Now, you claim you're with PC and family at your place between 4 and 6 p .m.

today.

Prove it.

Supper time.

Kids get hungry. What did they eat?

Takeout. Okay, who paid?

PC. Next time, you pay.

Keep the receipt.

Without a camera or a wire, whatever happened today is your thing. But the

you can create a paper trail that demonstrates an intimate knowledge of

habits, the more a jury will believe you when you tell them about stuff that you

do manage to log into evidence.

Questions? Yeah.

What happened to the last guy?

The one who took these notes?

Yeah. Hey, that girl, she escaped.

You have to get her.

What do you mean?

If you don't get her, we're all dead.

Hello? I'm at Donald's place. Need to get over here right now.

Hey, you there?

I'm fine.

Were you having that same dream as before?

No, I just, I needed to get some air.

You're lying.

Please, tell me what's going on.

Remember when I said I was in this unit looking for soldiers still loyal to

Saddam?

Our job was more specific than that. We were given particular files, high -value

targets.

Like? Like Abu Musab al -Zakari, one of the leaders of the insurgency.

Alice, it's the middle of the night. Where the hell are you going?

Just wait here and I'll explain when I get back.

Yeah, I'm on my way to see P .T. and Donald. McBride's not picking up.

Go, just don't talk any business. I'll track down McBride.

Just a word of advice.

The drug squad, McBride was a rock star. And then she took over Asian crime, and

two years later, she can't crack the camp, Tim.

And along comes this ex -con, and he's a handshake away from Donald Wong.

She didn't want you on this case, which is why she wants to keep you on her

leash. It's not my style.

So I hear.

Play safe.

For some crooks, it's all about the handshake.

Others, tone of voice.

For Donald Wong, definitely the eye contact.

He's trying to hire someone to kill you.

Why didn't you?

Because you offered me $50 ,000 if I did it myself.

What?

Doesn't he know you're my red pole that we grew up together?

Well, that's why he called me.

He's been watching our money for years.

He knows we're close and that I can get to you.

Crazy old bastard. Actually, you're the idiot who walked in while everybody was

watching.

Now, I told him it was your right to collect some money.

He just took things a little too far, as per usual.

He said, If I didn't okay your murder, he'd go ahead and do it anyway.

William Bay facing all.

Money's a good kid.

I don't want any more bad blood between you guys.

So wear masks.

Make you look like a robbery.

Just make sure Uncle dies.

Okay.

Thank you, Daryl.

Okay, come on. Let's go.

That's no fair. You said if I made my bed, I could fly Ancon. I made my bed.

So you're a liar.

Come here.

He's always on the computer. He's addicted.

I promise, tonight you can have a full hour of screen time.

Just get in.

Don't fight.

Stay here.

Warning. Donald's ordered PC to kill Bunny's uncle, Ho.

So we get PC trying to kill Bunny's uncle, confront him with the evidence,

flip him for Donald. Trying to kill him? Mr. Hong will get a call before you go

in. He'll slip out, and we'll have Donald on conspiracy to commit murder.

Ho, not Hong. You want to save his life? Call him by the right name.

And you want to leave a message when you call at two in the morning.

What are you doing about the girl?

You get us, Donald, we get the girl.

You wait and you wonder. She's gone.

Never come near my kids again.

Okay, guys.

Yeah, I think my neighbor's cooking meth in his basement.

Why do you say that?

There's always this smell like cat pee, and I keep seeing cans of paint thinner

in the garbage.

Yeah, the guy who lives there right now, Bunny Ho, he told me he was a ghost

eagle.

No!

No! In English!

Get out of my property! Out of my sight! My neighbors are all going to see this!

Get that girl!

No! No!

Are you listening to me?

Alan Tremblay?

You didn't trust me enough to tell me your real name.

Who the hell was Alain Tremblay?

He was, uh, 24 years old.

He was bored.

He was stupid, so he joined the army. Are you proud of everything you did when

you were 24 years old?

No, but nothing I did back then causes me to wake up in a cold sweat six years

later.

Then you are lucky.

Where did you go last night?

Alex.

What the hell is going on?

Mel, I'm working for the cops.

You remember my acquaintance from prison? If I can get close enough to him

his boss, I can gather enough evidence to put them away.

What? The cops are paying me to infiltrate a Chinese triad, the Cam Tin.

When were you planning on telling me this?

You were the one who told me to go to the cops. I am just trying to do the

thing. By infiltrating a gang?

Yes. Are you crazy?

No.

Yes.

I don't know.

Maybe this is the chance for you to do the right thing. Or maybe it's just a

for you to feel like you did when you were kicking down doors in Baghdad.

I'm not a killer.

If that's what you're trying to say.

Then who the hell are you?

According to the criminal code, if you want to prove conspiracy to commit

murder, you don't need a body, just proof of intent.

The trouble is, crooks don't use words like murder or kill.

So you learn to pick your moments, click their buttons, and hope for the best.

So listen, I was thinking maybe there's a better way to deal with alcohol. Hey,

you got change? No.

Stupid machines.

Yeah, well, we go see Uncle, we give him a choice. Either give us 10 grand and

leave town or die. Well, I sure as hell am not going to park in that lot over

there. Those pricks are thieves.

Make the call.

Make the call. Make the call. Make the call. Make the call. Make the call.

We should make bingo.

Because if Donald wants us to kill Uncle, we kill Uncle.

And if we don't take it, you pay.

I think we have a bingo.

Such a clear thing.

Hey,

where's your buck?

You don't buy a bingo, huh?

Wait. He's got a thing to say. She got out.

Have a seat.

Why? Then why?

Mr. Ho? Yes?

Your life's in danger. Get out now.

You're about 20 seconds too late, but thanks for getting the name right.

Give me that!

You move the car before the cops come!

Huh? Go!

Let's talk.

Nice work.

Thank you.

She's expediting an arrest warrant for PC.

Mommy's happy.

Just get on my desk, all right?

What the hell took you so long to make that call?

Easier to prove conspiracy if PC actually takes a shot or two.

Well, lucky for Uncle, someone else called first.

Who else knew about the hit?

Me, PC, Donald, that's it.

Someone else tipped him off.

Well, Bunny's a ghost eagle. Makes sense he'd have friends close to Donald.

But bottom line, PC used Donald's name on the wire, which means we've got both

of them. Which means I'm done.

So what about Val Lee?

The girl?

Under control.

I've got eyes on Uncle's house. If they try and move her, I'll know.

Yeah, about PC's gun?

I don't have it.

What?

We saw him give it to you. If he came back after I left, he took it.

What can I say, dude? Really loves that gun.

Without that gun, we can't prove PC put those bullets in the wall, allowing some

clever lawyer to claim it wasn't PC under that mask.

Guess that means we don't get Donald either, right?

That sucks.

Let's write some notes.

Your kite is an unreliable head case who can't be trusted.

Metro cops got a tip about a meth lab in Uncle Ho's basement.

They did a search.

No meth lab.

No girl either.

Bowley is gone.

And B .C.'s gun disappears.

So I refuse to give some tart with training wheels a ride to the airport

Alex ditches evidence?

He wants to stay in the game and find the girl.

Because he no longer trusts us to honor our deal.

Best thing about that deal, Alex gets too creative, flips the leash, takes a

bullet. That's on you.

Wonder how long your team will last after yet another of your prison

ends up in a garbage bag.

Hey.

It's me.

Again.

Just please call it.

You couldn't have...

Pick something closer to the subway line?

Well, I mean, I could have, but I usually don't get to talk to people on

Russian mob's hit list.

Made a few calls, I heard about that bank job that blew up in Calgary.

Yeah, that was a smoke screen generator.

I told them it was there.

Also told them the gas masks don't work with airborne particulates of that kind

of velocity and density, so, you know.

So now you got a price on your head.

I tell you what.

You watch my back with the crooks and the cops, and I'll return the favor.

Make sure your kid's got something to celebrate on Father's Day.

Hey,

if I was wearing a wire, you'd be the one who'd put it there, right?

Yeah, so what do you need?

Someone other than Sergeant McBraden called Uncle Ho on this phone to warn

about the hit.

Here's the number.

I need that name.

It's evident.

Yeah. And it proves someone's playing me.

Which is why I planned to keep it.

Got it.

I'll, uh, call ya.

Please leave a message after speak.

Miss Needwell.

This is Corporal Yuen, Criminal Intelligence Services.

I'm calling in regards to Alex Kane.

I usually insert myself into the private lives of my team members.

But in Alex's case, I've decided to make an exception.

Team member?

Alex saves lives.

Saves the lives of policemen, taxpayers, of little girls who think they're going

to be models.

To do his job, he needs clarity of mind, and he doesn't have that right now.

And neither do you.

But how could you?

Without adequate information.

I'm going to leave this with you.

You can read it at your leisure.

Or not.

But either way, for Alex's safety, you have to make up your mind.

Yeah. Hey, the number on Uncle's phone?

Most likely a burner bought in the last six months, which means unless you're

Homeland Security... There's no way to trace the call.

Yet they didn't spoof the number?

Maybe they didn't know how.

Or maybe they thought Uncle was smart enough not to call back.

Hello?

You ready?

When a gangster is given an order to kill someone, he either succeeds it or

becomes the next target.

Which made me wonder why Donald chose this place for a sit -down.

Relax, okay? If Donald wasn't enough dead... Yeah, I know, but look around

It's not him I'm worried about.

There he is.

Look him in the eye, okay?

Hey, Dalo.

So now you like cowboy music.

I wanted you to feel safe.

So I could tell you in person that Dragonhead is not happy.

You sprayed bullets like rice at a wedding.

And not one hits uncle?

The only message you sent was that you're totally out of control.

No!

No more chances.

489 wants you to find a hole.

Crawl in. Guys, look around.

So not Chinatown.

All right.

I have an idea.

We'll let Alex do it.

Uncle Ho's not going to expect a guailo coming in.

He does the job, I'll get you a piece of my new business.

I have a piece. That's 5%. You front the money for the first shipment, I'll cut

you 33%. In return, I get 10 % of your modeling business. I mean, come on.

You can do a whole lot better than money from us, all right?

I have the egos looking for Uncle Ho.

They find him.

He finishes the job.

Then we have a deal.

Homer. Homer.

Homer.

Hey, two business clubs. Go to Norway.

Better take a leak.

Speak English, John.

Yeah, yeah.

What? Hello?

Cheers, sir. Cheers.

Don't be that old.

33%. And I get 10 % off his wilding business.

Do you have any idea how much these bitches make? They're like VLTs with two

plus.

I don't know about you, man.

I'm in a wicked mood.

So whatever you want, I'll pay.

Who's that girl that Bonnie was banging, the one that almost got away?

Bob? Oh, she put up a fight. I like that. You think you can fight her?

I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog, too.

Handsome boy, come on!

I'm gonna help send you home

Don't move!

Don't move! Stay down!

a triad rub and tug into a rodeo. And now, your little friend's the whore with

the john who wants to take her away from it all.

You just put a bullseye on her back.

Want to do some real good, maintain your cover, and help me get their heroin off

the street.

Donald wants me to redo the hit on alcohol.

I get the job done, Donald pays for Pete's first shipment, and takes a piece

his heroin business.

You sat down with Donald?

Why the hell didn't you call? I forgot.

Now I have a question.

The guy Donald took over for, what'd you call him?

Deputy Dragonhead. Doing time for?

Drunk driving, third offense.

I don't see why we're after Donald. Well, this guy's gonna be out and back

the streets calling the shots in less than three months. He was extradited to

China. Donald's our guy.

Get him, and I'll put that girl on a plane myself and get you out of my life

for...

Yeah. We tracked down Uncle to an alley off Huron in Chinatown across from the

school.

Hold on one second.

Hold on one second.

Do you still want to go to Aqua Fitness? Yeah.

Okay,

I'll be around the corner.

Sullivan, meet me there in an hour.

wants me to redo the hit on Uncle Ho.

When? In an hour.

Have you called Sergeant McBraden yet?

No. Why not?

Because I don't want anyone to die, including yours truly.

Describe Uncle Ho.

60s, buzz cuts, 5 '8", 170 pounds, left side of his face all cut up.

Location? He's in a shed in an alley out here on the street in Chinatown, across

the street from the school.

What shed exactly?

I don't know.

Take one shot at the chest.

He'll be wearing a vest.

How do I know you can extract my guy, insert yours, and set up surveillance in

the next 59 minutes?

You don't.

Yeah. Feeling good?

Feeling great. Fantastic.

Don't miss.

Say it's your first week as an infiltrator and you're trying to nail a

You could do a whole lot worse than capturing him on camera overseeing a

It makes for great courtroom theater and almost always gets convictions.

Or so your handlers tell you.

The wooden gate. With blood on it.

But when there's no surveillance, no backup, no agent standing in for the

victim, it stops being evidence.

Starts being murder.

Clear?

Hey, killer, are we clear?

We're clear.

Red one.

All clear.

Good job.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I'll put you a picture. Say cheese.

I just want to let everyone know, Uncle is on his way to Hong Kong, where he

will stay until Donald is tried and convicted on conspiracy to commit

Great work, everybody. Thank you. Thank you.

Steaks are on Sergeant Poirier.

Drinks are on me.

You know, if I could acknowledge your team in my official report, I would, but

can't.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Why didn't Donald make the kill shot?

Pardon me?

Why didn't Donald make sure Uncle was dead?

Because he saw you put a bullet in his head.

No, he saw me put a bullet near his head, not the same thing.

Donald wanted Uncle dead, so he gave you the job.

Because he knows you're the kind of guy who can get the job done. Well, why did

he give me a gun if he didn't shoot?

He seems out of character for such a careful man.

He was in a hurry. He didn't have time to test it.

Well, maybe.

Donald wanted to see what would happen if Alex was pulling the trigger, because

if Alex is working for us, we'd have to swap out Uncle for one of our own.

What Donald has to do is to watch the alley and wait for the switch, and then

he'd know for sure that Alex was an infiltrator.

If he knew Alex was an infiltrator, why go through with a hit?

Good question.

I checked the gun.

The firing pin was missing.

Donald's way of proving he had no intention of killing anyone.

20 seconds before you made your call, Uncle Ho got a call from Donald on his

cell phone telling him to clear out, saving Uncle's life, and once again

Poofy look like he screwed the pooch.

Sergeant McBraid.

You had us believing that you had no way into the Campton and all along Donald

was your CI.

He knew you had your backs against the wall, so he made you an offer.

I help you take out my rival, you turn your back on my racket.

Just like Bally and the rest of the girls.

Now he's out there running wild.

Donald didn't want Uncle Dead. He just wanted to test Alex to see who he was

working for and to send you a message.

You can't touch me.

Would you excuse us?

One

phone

call, and you'll be back in harness, cavity -searching drunks on Fogo.

But that would just get Donald back on the street.

And that's not why I do this job.

So how do we fix this?

A lab test and the gun will take at least a week.

We hold him on conspiracy charges until we can find something else to hang him

with. He has no priors.

He'll be out in 12 hours now if you want to hang him.

I had Willie put a camera in Bunny's car.

This happened after the coming -out party you threw for Bao at Mrs. Kong?

You have any idea where this is?

No. Could be anywhere.

But my guess is Bunny's taking her to see his boss.

Donald has no priors in this country. But back in Hong Kong, he made his name

a pimp. Someone who had a reputation for taking matters into his own hands when

his girls got out of line.

So if Bunny took her to see Donald... Then her testimony can bury him.

and get your bearings.

And then you go and find Bao.

How did you get in here?

Same way your dad got out.

Just locked the door.

Well, since you won't return my calls, I thought I'd at least owe it. Tell you

in person that I'll be leaving town.

Why?

Safer for everyone, including you, if I leave.

So I was thinking Newfoundland.

Yeah, so, um...

I was wondering, since that's somewhere you wanted to go, if you'd want to go

there with me. You know, you can transfer your credits, I'll buy a

We could take the plunge, talk about whatever you want.

If the answer's no, you know, I get it.

What normal person would want this for life?

If the answer's yes, then come by in the morning.

We'll head off to the airport from there.

Hey, boss.

Hey. Here's a psych assessment on Alex.

Abandoned by his mother, placed in foster care by his father.

He's been searching for a surrogate family ever since. He's damaged but

and, in my estimation, dependable. If he doesn't face Plant in his first month

on the job, I think he'll be exceptional.

Anything stand out?

Just one red flag.

In my background search, I came across something about Alex's commanding

in special ops, Colonel Nathaniel Lundy.

Right, right.

The guy who thought his Iraqi liaison was selling intel to the insurgents.

Lundy puts the pistol in the Iraqi's face.

Gets some names and address, goes Rambo.

Then the Red Cross finds the body of a teenager in a vacant lot.

Lundy told the judge advocates that he was under fire. He saw someone run out

the back door, thought the kid hostile, so they ran him down and shot him.

Yet, according to the other soldiers, Lundy never left the house.

So anybody running out the back door... Could have been pursued and shot by

another member of the team.

You

didn't

pay a debt.

And now your uncle is dead.

This man killed him.

On your boss's orders.

Now he's looking for his reward.

Give him the girl's passport and her location, and he promises he will leave

alone.

Speak up.

Let's just say he got real sick of the sound of her crying.

So he asked me to shut her up.

Hard to turn tricks if you're dead.

Even harder to sell them when they won't stop begging to go home.

Sell them.

Jamaicans, whoever.

Always a market for young girls.

Must be useful, being so scary.

Tell me.

Anything else?

No.

Thank you.

Passport.

Boarding pass.

It's a direct flight to Hong Kong.

You've got an hour before your connecting flight to Guangzhou.

Call your parents, let them know you're coming.

What do I say?

You tell them you did a few assignments.

It was fun and then you got homesick.

How will they believe me?

We can't change the past.

We can make up for it by doing better in the future, am I right?

Thank you for coming in, Mr. Wong.

Always a pleasure, Sergeant McBride.

We have a positive ID and a written statement from a 15 -year -old girl who

testify that you raped her.

You put her in front of a jury and let them in on your priors for rape, assault

and racketeering back in Hong Kong?

Forget the rigged gun.

Forget our deal.

All those friends you helped put away will very soon be throwing you a welcome

home party.

This is my contract as a criminal informant, signed by me and by you.

Now, never mind about your career, Sergeant.

How do you think taxpayers will feel about the entire organization once they

find out that your CI, someone you were supervising, shot all these girls

because they tried to escape or just had to go home one too many times?

How's that going to look on the front page?

Sergeant.

Bad timing?

No.

Perfect timing.

Sergeant Poirier gave me your file.

I know what happened in Iraq, and I think that I know why you need to do

I'm going to go talk to them.

And then we'll go.

I'm afraid if you go with these people, I'm never going to see you again. I'll

come back, I promise.

Donald sandbagged McBraden with the photos of all the girls that he shot

they got out of line.

He left RCMP headquarters a half hour ago.

To stay alive, Donald has to pretend like you're the only one working for the

cops. PC will be his first stop.

A bullet in the head for bringing you into the gang.

You'll be next.

And whoever else is in the vicinity.

So why not park a black and white outside PC's place too?

I did.

They followed him to an acupuncture clinic on Spadina.

And you think if I can get to P .C. before Donald tries to do him in... P

doesn't know that you work for us.

Not yet.

If Donald skates now, you'll be right back in business.

You saved one girl last night.

But we both know that there's ten more waiting to take her place.

Stop Donald before he kills PC.

You might just save this case.

Last thing I want to say about this job.

You don't do it for the money.

After all, what other line of work allows you to set your own hours, put

guys behind bars, and live every second like it's going to be your last?

Hey, Dad,

where are you?

Kill my friend, and I kill you.

Kill him!

Listen to me. Listen to me.

The cops, they picked up Uncle.

Okay? They switched him out with another cop. Your friend here works for the

gang unit.

Well, maybe Donald wants you to kill me because I paid a little visit to that

bitch, Belle, last night. And it turns out Donald's selling the ones who

cooperate and killing the ones who don't.

It's kind of hard for you to turn a profit if his girls are tricking for

else or they're dead.

He's lying.

He's a rat.

It was either cut you in on the profit or shut me up by offering me half of

share of the heroin business.

By the way, the answer is no.

Shoot him.

Shoot him!

Hey, man.

If I am right, your brother is a liar who wants you dead so he can steal your

heroin business.

If he's right, I'm a rat and you're dead.

Look him in the eyes and you see who's telling the truth.

It's just you and me, right?

He came back.

Always.

Camp 10 Triad after dawn.

Our wiretaps indicate that discussions are already underway for PC to take his

place as Red Pole.

I thought I'm on camera murdering someone.

Why not just arrest him? Because, Alex, there's no statute of limitations for

murder, and we can bring him in any time we like. But as long as PC's at large

and in business with you, he's our door into the Cam 10 and any other criminal

organization they happen to be working with.

It's up to you, Alex.

Leave and learn to live a normal life.

You can do what you were born to do.

I am checking you up!

Thank you.