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[radar beeps]
[indistinct muttering]

[phone dialing]
[phone rings]

Man: We need good
intelligence.

[slow ambient music]

[phone dialing]

-Am I clear?

Operator: Yeah, you're clear.

[plane engine buzzing]

-So, there's 250 here from 12.

There's 250 from 14.

There's 150 from 6.

And there's 100 from me.

-Everyone's a little
short this trip, no?

-Yeah, well, there's
been a little competition

around here lately and I'm
getting kinda nervous about it.

-Who's the competition?

Bikers.

-They're pushing up the island
and they're cutting prices.

-So, getting heavy, or what?

-Well, not yet.

I mean, I can handle it so
far, but it's the customers.

They're starting to want a price
break.

I feel a price war coming.

-Jim: We'll just have to
see how that goes, I guess.

Let me know if it escalates
and you start having trouble.

-Jim, there's one more thing
I gotta talk to you about.

-Yeah, what?

-It's the wife.

She's got cancer.

-Shit.

-Yeah, and it's bad.

It's throat cancer.

They tried chemo, that hasn't
worked.

They say she's got about a year.

-I'm sorry to hear that.

Anything I can do?

-No, there's nothing anybody
can do.

It's just, I gotta get
out of this business.

I gotta spend time with
the wife and kids now.

I'm real sorry, but I gotta
quit.

-Yeah?

You got a guy to take over for
you?

-Yeah, yeah, I've got a guy.

He's been my right hand a couple
of years.

You'll want to meet him.

-Set that up for me?

Yeah.

-Give my love to Karen.

-Yeah.
-I'm sorry, man.

-Yeah.

[soft music]

-This unit was in a bloody
shambles when I got here.

It's in the shambles but
we're not gonna dwell on that.

We're gonna tidy up what
needs tidying up, yeah?

-Uh-huh.

-You've spoken to everyone
involved?

-Ted: Uh-huh, we're all on
board.

-I've got Penhall coming in
from Ottawa,

and when he gets here I want
everyone

singing from the same song
sheet.

-Ted: We're all on board.

-All right.

Then I'm not gonna mention your

incident with the lost
briefcase.

-Thank you.

-Some loose ends.

Have you spoken to the family
whose girl was abducted?

-I have.

She's doing fine.

She's back at school,

seeing a counselor once a week.

-And what's happening
with your informant?

Wasn't he supposed to be coming
in?

-Bill, yeah.

Nobody's seen him.

He didn't show up when he was
supposed to.

We offered him full protection,
but we haven't heard.

-Is he having cold feet or
what?

-My guess is Reardon
had him vaporized already.

-Do we have any evidence of
that?

-No.

-Then let's not speculate,
yeah?

It would be a major disaster for
me.

-A little rough on Bill, too.

-Try and bring him aboard
safely.

-We're waiting on him.

-Well, don't wait.

Go pick him up!

[phone dialing]

-Go grab the rat bastard.

[tense music]

-Shit.

Bill, they're here.

Bill, let's go!

Got your passport?

-Look, I don't know if
I'm ready for this, okay?

-Dude, what do you wanna do?

Spend your life selling
doughnuts in a mall in Ontario

or sleeping on a beach in
Mexico?

-Jim gave you a reprieve.

Take it.

Got your passport?
-Yeah.

[doorbell rings]
But I got this premonition.

-Yeah, I got one too.

Mine says Jimmy's gonna
hunt you down and shoot you

if you don't do what he says.

Then he's gonna come
looking for me.

[banging on door]
Let's go.

Come on!

[doorbell rings]

[phone rings]

-Yeah?
-Yeah, hey.

How we doin'?

Ronnie: Looks good.

Jim: See you in a minute.

[buzzer buzzes]

-Are you all right?

[electronic club music]

-Hello, ladies.
-Meeting with Jim.

-You guys got horse shoes up
your ass,

that's all I can say.

-This has got to go up
to Richard at the ranch.

He's got to pay his guys.

Ronnie: Good, I got the kid
here.

Take it up to Richie at the
farm.

-Colin's wife's got cancer.

-Oh.

-So, he says he's gonna retire

'cause of the wife,
but I think it's 'cause

the bikers put the squeeze on
him.

-Jesus.

-Yeah, they're going after
our customers on the island.

-We're gonna have to deal with
that.

We don't want a war.

-Yeah, no shit.

I'm in a serious short supply of
people.

Colin's gone, Bill's gone.

-Speaking of which, we found
Bill.

Harvey called.
-He's got him?

-He's at the club now.

It's all gonna work out.

-Yeah, he's gotta be gone
tomorrow.

-Oh, he'll be gone.

-Jim: Give it a couple of
months,

then we'll deal with him.

-Boom boom.
-Yeah.

-There's a Roger Deakins
from CSIS on the line.

Says it's urgent, wants
a meeting urgently.

-Mary: Tonight?

-Uh-huh.

-Shit.

He's gonna be half in the bag
already.

-Should I put him off?

-No, I need to talk to him.

Need to get this over with.
-On two.

-Get on the other end of this,
in case it gets nasty, yeah?

Hello, Roger, it's Mary.

How are you?

I was hoping you'd call.

Tonight?

No, no, that's fine.

I know where that is.

Give me about a half-hour?

Perfect.

I'll see you there.

Okay.

I guess I'm having a late
dinner.

Christ.

-He sounded kinda testy.

-Yeah.

Well, I guess he's a right to
be.

I'm about to take his job.

Anyway, that's it.

Thank you.
-Sure.

[mysterious music]

-You, sir, are a nasty old
prick,

and your days are numbered.

You, sir, are a nasty old prick, and your days are numbered.

-It's gonna be tough to
replace Colin.

He's a major producer for us.

Everything he grows is double-A.

-Yeah.

He says he's got a guy
to take over for him.

I'm gonna have to check him out.

-See, this is our number one
problem.

We're not bringing enough people
along.

-Yeah, I know.

I know that.

This thing with the
bikers makes me nervous.

-Well, we don't want to go to
war.

That's not us.

[phone rings]

Oh, I gotta take this.

It's Stella.

-You know what I'm saying?
-Yeah, what are ya gonna do?

Hey sweetie.

How are you doing?

-OK.

How are you?

-Oh, just fine.

Hey, listen, I'm gonna be

picking you up at school
tomorrow.

I'm really looking forward to
seeing ya.

-Me too.

What are you doing right now?

-Nothing.

Just hanging out with Ronnie.

-Ronnie: Tell her I say hi.

-Jim: Ronnie says hi.

-Francine: When did you
buy Stella her own phone?

-Oh, hi, Francine.

-Uh-oh.

-You wanna put Stella
back on the phone please?

-She's doing homework.

And I can take care of our
goddamn daughter myself!

I don't need to be spied on
constantly!

-I'm hanging up.

I'll pick Stella up tomorrow.

I'm hanging up.

-You should have told me about
this.

Did your dad tell you not to
tell me?

Is that it?

-No, I just knew you'd be mad.

-I'm sorry I'm always
fighting with your dad.

The reason we fight is 'cause
we still love each other.

Understand?

-Uh-huh.

-One day we'll all be
under the same roof again.

Anyway, it's time for bed.

School tomorrow.

-Stella: Night, Mom.

-You know I love you.

-Me too.

-You can have this
back in the morning, OK?

You need any help with your
homework?

-I'm good.

[brooding music]

-I know you're watching me!

Tell Jimmy to kiss my ass!

-I ordered you a glass of red.

-Thank you.

How are you this evening?

-For a man who's about to
be put on the rubbish pile,

not too badly.

-I'm sure there's
consulting opportunities

for someone with your breadth
experience.

-But not with our new
intelligence service,
apparently.

Apparently, I lack the
qualifications

the new regime is looking for.

Well, let me get to the point.

-This conversation's off the
record.

-Of course.

-I wasn't in favor of
you getting this new job.

-I'm sorry to hear that.

-I don't like your style,

your attitude, how you got where
you are

or what you represent.

-And what do I represent?

-You're an opportunist.

You've made a deal with
Jimmy Reardon, correct?

Right.

So, while I'm still in
charge of my office,

I'm giving you a vote of
non-confidence.

-And why is that?

-I believe you've
completely overestimated

the value Jimmy Reardon
has as an informant.

He's your ticket to my job,

so you exaggerate and inflate
his value.

That's why I'm going to
insist that I co-handle him.

Every time you have contact with
him,

I either want to be
there or know about it.

-Am I taking direction
from you or Ottawa?

Because my understanding is
I answer directly to Ottawa.

-I've already spoken
to Ottawa and they agree.

Until you've actually taken my
position, I'm running things.

So, you let me know when
you plan on seeing Reardon,

and I'll come along.

We'll make it a threesome.

-You know he'll never agree to
that.

He'll walk away.

Assets like Jim Reardon don't
just come along every day.

-In my estimation,

he's a petty thug, a drug dealer

and a murderer,

with very little intelligence
value.

-I wouldn't call a net worth

of half a billion dollars petty.

-I don't believe those
numbers.

And I don't believe he's the
kind of

people we should be using
to build a new service.

-And that, I believe, is
exactly why

we are where we are today.

Hopelessly in the dark,

completely reliant on
second-hand,

inadequate, unreliable
and irrelevant information

from foreign sources not working
in

the interests of this country.

If we want to build a relevant

Canadian intelligence service,

Reardon is the kind of asset we
need.

-Well, I look forward to
meeting him

and assessing that for myself.

You let me know when that can be
arranged.

-Hey, Bill's here.

Harvey brought him in.

-Alright.
-Hey, you got a minute?

I wanna talk to you about
something.

-Yeah.

-I'll be upstairs.
-OK.

So don't get me wrong, okay?

I appreciate the job.

Thank you.

-Don't thank me, thank Ronnie.

-Yeah, I already did.

He made a big deal outta
saying it was only temporary.

I mean, I know it's only
temporary.

But being a doorman in this club

isn't that kind of humiliating?

We own half this joint.

I mean, what does that say to
people

that I'm standing out there at
the door?

-It says you're back.

And you're letting everybody
know it.

-I think it says you
don't trust me no more.

-Come on, Mike.

You just started.

-You know, I appreciate it
man.

I don't mean I don't appreciate
it.

But at least let me tend the
bar.

That would say I'm back.

I'd be back at my old job.

-Okay, let me talk to Ronnie.

-Thanks, Jim.

I love you, man.

-Love you too.

-Hey, do you want me
to take care of Bill?

You don't need to get
your hands dirty, man.

You're a general.

You're not a soldier.

That's the kind of thing I can
handle.

-No man, you're gonna stay out
of it.

I'm gonna take care of it.

Look, we gotta be very careful
right now.

Everybody's got to tuck
right under the radar.

I don't want anybody in the
family becoming a target.

Nobody.

I don't want you becoming a
target.

-I understand.

I understand.

-Are you messing with me?

-No!

[rock music]

-Jim: What's up?

-Hey captain.

-Let's do this upstairs.

[phone rings]

-Yeah?

-Mary: Have you seen
Bill Sommers recently?

-No I haven't.

-It would be exquisitely bad
timing

if something were to happen to
him.

Things would fall apart.

-Well, I haven't seen him.

Maybe he decided to run.

-I need to speak with
you about something else.

Jim: I'll call you when I'm
free.

Harvey explain everything to
you?

-Yeah, thank you.

Alright, so you've got a ticket
to Mexico.

You're gonna go down,
you're gonna disappear

and you're gonna stay that way.

-OK.

Can I say one thing?

-OK.

Go ahead.

-I wanna say Harvey wasn't in
on this,

and I don't think you should
punish him for my mistakes.

-All right.

-Thank you.

-You gave me a real hard time,
Bill.

-I know, I know.

And I want to say thank
you for forgiving me.

I'm sorry for letting you down.

Hey, make sure he gets on that
plane

and there's somebody there
to meet him on the other end.

-Hey, Jim.

Can you tell your brother
not to pinch my ass

every time he goes near me,
please?

[somber music]

[answer machine beeps]

-Doctor Jason: It's
Doctor Jason calling,

looking for Adam and Mrs.
Spalding.

Could you call me please?

Adam walked away from us this
evening, and I'm concerned.

Again, it's Doctor Jason at the
hospital.

We'd like to see Adam back

here as soon as possible.

[door clunks]

-[gasps] Jesus!

Jesus Christ, Adam!

You scared the daylights out of
me.

-Hello, Mary.

-You look terrible.
[phone ringing]

My God, what do you think you're
doing?

-I've come home.

-You're not staying here.

You should still be in the
hospital.

Adam!

Adam!

Don't answer that.

Don't answer that.

-Are you seeing somebody?

Hello?

Who is this?

-Let go of me and give
me my god damn phone!

Jesus Christ, Adam.

I'm not putting up with
this shit from you!

-This is my house!

You think your pay cheque pays
for this?

-If you want the house, have
your lawyer send me a check.

[dramatic music]

Don't do this.

I am warning you.

Step aside.

-Take it easy.

You got a pillow, blanket,
everything.

You're only have to stay in the
trunk

till Bob gets you across
the border, alright?

-Thanks, Ronnie.

-Fingers and toes.
-[Mumbles]

-So, where are you going?

-See Tac.

Ronnie: 7:00 AM,
collect up our recruits.

[somber music]

-Sorry about last night.

I was having a little husband
trouble.

-What's on your mind?

-It's been requested from some
asshole

up the chain of command

that I introduce you to another
handler.

-No, you said it was
just gonna be you and me.

-I want it to be.

You can say no.

-No.

-OK.

I said I'd ask.

Thank you.

-Someone giving you a hard
time?

-Mmhm.

And if Bill Sommers were to
wash up on a beach somewhere,

it would make my life that much
worse.

-That's not gonna happen.

-Good.

One other thing.

It would be good if you had
something

you could give me
something to help sell you.

-Meaning?

-Some insight into your world
to help

convince my superiors

that you're worth dealing with.

-You could tell them
the bikers are trying

to expand on the island.

They might want to get on top
of that before it happens.

-We should clamp down
on your competition

for you, is that what you're
saying?

-I wouldn't complain.

-I think the news that
the bikers are expanding

is pretty much common knowledge.

Let me know if you have
something else I can use.

-I'll think about it.

-Next time I want a
loaf of bread and milk

from the corner store

I know who I'm gonna call.

If this guy shows up dead
somewhere,

you two halfwits are
gonna take the credit.

Get out.

-All right.

Just forget it, okay?

Just forget it. Forget it.

-Morning, Mo.

-I'm having nightmares.

I live in terror of an audit.

-I know.

I'm working on that.

-We cannot move any
more money through here.

All right?

We have to slow down.

Because I cannot keep
up with all the paper

that is not coming in from
people on time.

-OK.

What's the problem?

-I'm not getting the invoices
we need.

Your guy in Costa Rica is the
worst.

OK?

I haven't received any
invoices for five months.

I hassle him every week.

-OK, I'll talk to him.

-Well, you want me to do it?

Walk him through it.

Tell him what has to be done?

I mean, he has to actually
invoice us for services

he can legitimately provide.

Otherwise, we get audited.
-Yeah

Everything collapses.

Anything we can't prove with
paper

gets confiscated.

So, you want me or should I
have one of the lawyers do it?

-No, I'll call him.

-Oh, and what's happening
with the bank machine?

I'm seeing a guy this afternoon.

-We're sitting on too much
cash.

-Jim: Yeah, I know.

-Reardon Shipping.

[phone rings]

-Fresh coffee, just made it.

-Oh, thanks.

I'll come get some.

-Hello?

-Hey, is Ronnie there?

-Not yet.
-Is that Jimmy?

-Uh, no.

-Tell him to call me, will ya?

-What's going on?

You sound stressed.

-Oh, just the usual business
bullshit.

-OK, listen up man.

I'm going up to the lake for a
few days,

and I just wanted to know
if you wanted to go fishing?

-No, I got too much business.

-Ronnie: Is that Jimmy?

-Hang on.

-What do you need?
-Is that Jimmy?

I need to talk to him.

OK, hang on.

Tony wants to know if
you want to talk to him.

-Yeah, that's why I called.

-Oh, OK.

Hang on.

He needs to talk to you.

-Give me the phone.
[Mike laughs]

-Just give him the phone,
Mike!

Jesus!

-Here he is.

He wants to talk to you!

-Yeah?

-Hey.

See our guy off last night?

-Yeah, Bob took him down
and saw him onto the plane.

Pete's meeting him on the other
end.

I'm expecting his call.

-All right.

I wanna see my lawyer today.

Did you set that up?

-Yeah, he's waiting on your
call.

So, are you coming in tonight or
what?

-No, I've got Stella tonight.

I think I'm just gonna
lay low and stay in.

-OK.

Well, I'm here, boss.

-Hey!

-Jesus!

How about knocking, Mike?

-Hey, I brought you some
coffee.

Jesus yourself.

Sike, you gotta be nice.

-Jackass!

[phone dialing]

-Hola, baby.

Hey, it's me.

What are you doing for
the next couple of days?

Do you wanna come and get some
sun?

[laughs]

Yeah, me too!

[knocks]

-Any sign of our witness?

-No, nothing.

-Let me know.

-I'll keep an eye on the
obits.

-Sheila.

-Morning.

-Could you please call this
number?

See if there's a safe
house available for me.

-Any special requirements?

-En suite would be nice.

Good morning, Arthur.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

-Not at all.

I was just chatting with
the charming Sheila.

Shiela: Can I get
you anything, Inspector?

-No, thank you.

-How are you?

-Fine.

Actually, I'm not fine.

I'm having a procedural problem

with your head of office out
here.

-Ah, our Mr Deakins.

Where's the problem?

-I had dinner with him last
night,

and he said he had that
he had, and I quote,

"No confidence in this
informant."

And he was insisting that I
take him on as a co-handler.

-Is that a problem for you?

-It's not a problem for me.

It's a big problem for the
informant.

I spoke to him,

and he said he will not accept

another handler, besides myself.

-How's that informant doing
for us?

Is he living up to expectations?

-He will do.

He's absolutely irreplaceable.

It's the beginning of our
relationship,

and I'm concerned we're gonna
blow it

before it's even gotten started.

So, I'm looking for advice

on how to deal with this.

-I'll speak to the
committee about Deakins.

-In the meantime I just stall
him, yeah?

-If that's your tactic.

But you didn't hear that from
me.

-Thank you.

-Arthur: Can we talk about
China?

-Yeah.

-I've been waiting almost two
months for these machines.

What's the hold-up?

Are they coming or not?

-I've got some really
good machines coming in, OK?

You just gotta be patient.

You don't want those ones.

Those ones are a pain in the
ass.

-Well, if they're gonna take
this long,

maybe I ought to order more
right now.

-Yeah well, that's probably a
good idea.

But I'll warn you right now,

maintenance on these,
even on the good ones,

is a bitch, OK?

You gotta baby-sit these things.

It's a lot of work.

-OK.

Well, order me some new ones
then.

The good ones.

-The good ones are
like like 20 grand a pop.

-Alright, get as many as you
can.

Whatever you gotta do
to get 'em fast, do it.

-Yeah, well you know, but
everybody wants those machines.

I mean, they're really hard to
get.

They make a lot of money.

Everybody wants them.

-You gotta get 'em for me,
please.

OK?

I don't care how much they cost.

I gotta have 'em.

-Yeah, all right.
-All right.

-It's the biggest
single problem they have.

They need to launder their
money.

-Yeah, we're very weak on that
front.

-Mhm.

But we have an opportunity to
get inside.

We have a case against this
gentleman

running the currency exchange.

-Yeah, right.

-How far along are we on that?

-Well, we'll probably
go to the Crown this week.

If they approve charges,
we'll be making an arrest.

-He's a pretty big fish.

-He's a very big fish.

He's been washing money for
everybody.

Vietnamese, Chinese.

Even the bikers on occasion.

One-stop laundry.

-How about if we don't make
that arrest

and see if we can make
a deal with this guy?

-Oh, I don't think

that would go down very
well with the investigators.

-I wanna know who's
laundering money on this coast

and this guy has the
connections.

He's doing it successfully.

People are coming to
him to wash their money.

-A lot of people have been
working hard

to shut this guy down.

-If we shut him down, we put
him away,

the bad guys go find somebody
else.

And we take,

how long did it take to find
this guy?

-I don't know, five years.

-Five years to find this guy.

Five years to find the new guy.

Same old cycle.

I don't know how many times
do I have to say this.

We need information.

-But you don't know
whether he'll co-operate.

-No.

That's why I'd like you to
set up a meeting for me.

-It's your call.

-Yes, it is.

Thank you.

[knocking]

-Is Stella with you?

-No, she's over at a friend's.

-Open the door.

-No, say what you
want to say from there.

-I was supposed to pick
her up from school today.

-Francine: Did you have
somebody

watching my house last night?

-Frankie, it's exchange day.

You know that.

We talked about this.
-Yes or no?

I saw one of your goon
boys out there last night.

Yes or no?
-It was a cop.

It was a cop!

-Why was a cop watching me?

-Because I asked him to,
because of what happened before.

You know that!

Christ!
-Whatever.

Whatever.

The point is, Stella's gonna
stay with me

for at least another week.

Maybe more.

-Really?

Is she here?

Is she here right now?

Open the door.

Is she here? Open the door!

-I'll call the cops, Jimmy!

[phone dialing]
I'm calling!

Please, my ex-husband is here,

and he's breaking in.

Can you please send somebody
over?

My ex-husband is at my back
door and he's breaking in!

Can you please send somebody!

Get out!

Get out!

[somber music]

-Where is she?

-She's not here.

-He's here!
-Stella?

-He's in the house now!

He's in the house.

He's in the house right now.

Can you please, please send
somebody over?

[sobbing] Please?

[crying]

-Jim: Where is she?

Where is she?

-She's not here!

-What are you doing?

-I can take care of her!

I can take good care of her,

so leave us alone!

-I'm not leaving until I get
her!

-And leave us alone!

You heard that!

He won't leave!

[plates shatters]

You heard that.

He won't leave.

-Jim: Afternoon.

-Everything all right here,
sir?

-No, actually.

No, it's not all right.

I'm the father.

We have an exchange day.

This is supposed to be the
exchange day.

We have joint custody, rigth?

-OK, could I see some ID
please sir?

-He broke in the back door
and scared the hell out of us!

I had to lock my daughter in the
closet!

-That's bullshit!

-Policeman: OK, calm down.

Calm down.

-Did you fucking hear that?

-I'm gonna ask you to
come and sit in the car.

OK?

Sir, please sit in the car.

It's just gonna get worse if you
don't.

-And you can have your phone
back!

-Ma'am, don't do that.
-Keep on moving.

-Officer: Ma'am calm down.

-We'll talk it out in the car,
OK?

-Officer: Tell me is
your daughter in the house?

-No, she's at my sister's.

-You said she was locked in a
closet.

-I meant in the past,
I've had to hide her

in the closet whenever he comes.

-Officer: I'm gonna
have to look around, OK?

-Sure.
[sobbing]

Sure, go ahead.

What's your name?

-John.

-Thank you, thank you, thank
you,John.

Oh, my God.

-Ted.

-We're in good shape.

I think I have some good
ammunition against Mary.

I'd like a vodka Martini.

A double.

And I'll have the trout.

-What's the ammunition?

-I had an informant in with
Reardon,

one of his grow-op lieutenants.

Bill Sommers?

Anyway, Reardon found
out he was informing,

threatened to have him killed.

I took all this to Mary,

but she insisted we back off
Reardon,

despite having a conspiracy
to solicit murder on him.

And we were in the midst of
getting

this guy in the witness.

But he's gone.

-Dead?

-Ted: I don't know for sure.

-You got all this on record?

-Uh-huh.

-All right.

That's good.

If we need it.

What did Penhall want?

Did you find out?

-They're all in a big flap
about China.

Apparently, we have a
huge intelligence deficit.

There's a surprise.

-China.

Good God.

They've had agents here since
they built

the bloody railroad.

A country of three billion
people,

a billion of whom are police of
some sort.

Of course we've got a
goddamn intel deficit.

-There's...

There's something else
I wanted to bring up.

Obviously, neither you nor I

want to see Mary get your job.

-Obviously.

But at some point

you're gonna move on.

-Ultimately.

-I'd like to be considered.

-Well, you'll need some
good connections in Ottawa.

-I have a very good friend
in the director's office.

I just need your endorsement.

-Well, let's see how it goes
with Mary.

No point in talking about you,

if we can't take care of her.

-I'm gonna suggest that you
don't go back there again.

Let me file for sole
custody, get that underway.

-I don't want this thing
dragging out.

-Let me get into it in the
morning, OK?

-Hey Ton, how you doing?

-Yeah, I'm good.

Thanks for getting my uncle off.

-Yeah, no problem.

-So, what happened?

Last time I talked to you

you were on your way to pick up
Stella.

-Yeah, Francine happened.

-OK, look.

Let's go eat, all right?

You probably didn't eat.

You're gonna feel a lot
better when you eat.

[gentle music]

[club music]

-Some guy puked in the sink.

-Yeah, what?

-Some guy puked in the sink.

Can you clean it up, please?

-Excuse me?

-There's a mop and a
bucket in the kitchen.

Come on, please.

And use the disinfectant, 'cause
it reeks.

-So, I'm the guy who
cleans out the puke now?

Hey, that's great!

I'm feeling a little bagged,
Tone.

I think I'm gonna split.

-I don't think you should be
doing anything stupid tonight.

OK?
-No, I'm fine.

I just suddenly got tired,
that's all.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

-What do you say, I sit
here, you lie on the couch,

and you can tell me what a bitch

Francine is all night?

We haven't done that in a while.

-Tone, it's me.
-Go away.

-I'm gonna get us a few
drinks, OK?

Let's remember what happened
earlier in the evening.

You've just got to relax.

The lawyer's on it.

You're gonna see Stella tomorrow
for sure.

-Yeah, okay.

All right.

-Lie down.

Mike.

Michael, you gotta go
watch Jim, all right?

Make sure he doesn't leave.

-OK.

So, I'm the guy who watches
Jimmy now?

-All right, everyone.

It's last call.

Last chance for a lap dance.

-Clean up the puke, what is
that?

-Jim: Somebody's got to do it.

Yeah.

-What are you gonna do about
Stella?

-Wait it out.

-Yeah, it's hard, man.

-I'm gonna head home, Mike.

-Yeah, you go peace out man.

I can handle things around here.

-I wanted to ask you.

You remember that guy

you introduced me to in the pen?

-Oh, the Chinese guy?
-Yeah.

-What about him?

-You said he had a guy inside

the Organised Crime Unit, right?

-Yeah, a guy named Lee.

-Who's your guy with?

-The Red Eagles.

-Red Eagles.

And the guy in the OCU,
is he with the Red Eagles?

Or what's the connection--

-He's probably with the group
that runs

the Eagles from Hong Kong.

Why, you want to get into
business?

-Maybe.
-Well, let me know, man.

I'll hook you up.

-Why do you gotta talk to me
like that?

-Come on.

I was talking Jimmy out of going
over

and going off on Francine.

-No, it's only in front of
other people,

and it hurts me.

-If you want an apology,
you're not gonna get one.

I'm not gonna apologize.

You were like pushing on the
door.

What do you think?

-Am I gonna get a ride home,

or are you gonna sulk for a week

'cause I corrected you?

-Where's Jimmy?

-You know,

we shouldn't have let Bill go
off

to Mexico like that.

We should have settled that the
right way.

-Did Jim leave?

-Yeah, he went home.

[knocking]

-Hello?

-How are you doing?

-I've had better days.

-Want a drink?

-Yeah, I'd love one.

Vodka, if you've got it.

-I've got it.
-Just neat.

I think I got something for you.

-Mhm?

-My brother knows these
guys, the Red Eagles.

You know of them?

-Fairly small, but active.

Mostly heroin.

Occasional botched abduction.

-You haven't had much luck
getting to them, have you?

-No.

We've been close, but they
always seem to just slip away.

-That's 'cause they have
someone inside your unit.

-My unit?

-Yeah.

Right in the wire room.

-You're telling me I've got
a fucking mole in my wire room?

-Yeah.

-Jesus.

Are you certain?

-Yeah, I think his name's Lee.

-Lee.

-Was that the kind of
thing you were looking for?

So, now you offer to do
something for me.

That's how this works, right?

-Is there something I can help
you with?

-Yeah.

My ex-wife just took my daughter
away,

and she won't let me see her at
all.

I was thinking, maybe you know
somebody

who could pull some strings,

help me get custody.

-I'm not really experienced
there.

But I could probably ask
some questions for you.
-Yeah?

-Did you pass on that
tip about the bikers yet?

-Oh, not yet, but I will.

-Christ.

[knocking]

-Morning, Lee.

-Morning, Inspector.

-Mary: What are you working
on?

-Same thing.

Red Eagles.

-Right.

I'm gonna pull you off that,

until we find out from the Crown

whether we have enough for
charges.

Bring me a summary of what
you have so far, yeah?

-Lee: Sure.

-Hi.

Could you find anything we
have on Francine Reardon,

the ex-Mrs. James Reardon?

-Ben, hey.

Let's get together for a drink.

-Ben: Sure, any time.

[knocking]

Mary: Come in.

Ted: You'll want to see this.

-What am I looking at?

-Bill Sommers, former
informant,

relaxing in his beach-front
condo in Veracruz.

The reason he looks so relaxed

is the three bullet holes

in the back of his head.

The Mexican authorities are
wondering

if we might have any idea who
pumped him.

-Have they got anything to go
on?

-Ted: Not yet.

-Jesus.

-That's Reardon's handiwork.

You've got blood on your hands
now.

-Hey.

What the hell happened?

I thought we were gonna
wait a couple of months.

-Pete called, he's already
been questioned by the Mexicans.

He swears he didn't do it.

I believe him.

Why would he, when we told
him just keep an eye on him?

-All right.

Well, what else did he say?

-He picked Bill up at the
airport,

went back to his condo on the
beach,

had two drinks and he left.

He's not gonna be seen by
people,

go back and plug him.

Hey, it wasn't us.

-Where's Mike?

-He told me he went up to
the lake for the weekend.

-Did you try him?

-Yeah, he's not answering.

Straight to voicemail.

-Shit.

All right.

All right.

-I have some very bad news.

-I heard.

Reardon had his informant
killed.

-Well, we aren't certain of
that,

but that's not the bad
news I was talking about.

This is potentially much worse.

-All right.

-Several years ago my
predecessor here

brought over a couple
of Hong Kong detectives

to work with us on the Triad
connections.

-I remember.

-We've never really
gotten anything significant

out of their work here, aside
from picking off some minor

heroin smugglers.

Individuals body-packing
very small amounts.

When I arrived here,

I let one of them go back to
Hong Kong.

We kept the other one on.

Lee.

The reason we've never gotten

any useful intelligence out of
him

is that I've recently been
informed

he's working for the Triads.

-Is this reliable?

-Straight from Jim Reardon.

-How exposed are you?

-Our pants are around our
bloody ankles.

It's devastating.

Any operations we've had,

I have to assume were
passed on to Hong Kong.

-Did he have access
to other investigations?

-Not that I know of.

And I've thrown up a firewall
around him.

-Good God.

[somber music]

[car engine humming]

-Colin: Oh, hey.

How's it going?

[gun firing]

-I need you to get some
background on a cop for me.

-Yeah, OK.

Who am I looking at?

-Mary Spalding.

-She's the head of the
Organized Crime Unit.

-Yeah.

-All right, what do you want
to know?

-Everything.

Where she lives.

What she eats.

What's her favorite color?

Does she have any allergies?

Everything.

-Man: All right, I'll see what
I can do.

-There you go.
-God bless you.

-Hey, I'm sorry to hear about
Colin.

-What about him?

-He just got killed in his
driveway.

-Do they know who?

-No, nothing.

Shit, so you know I'm sorry.

I thought you would have heard
about it.

[car engine fires up]

[tires screeching]

-You look like you want a
drink.

-Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

Mary: Take a look at this.

-Poor Bill.

-What happened?

-I put him on a plane
and sent him to Mexico.

-There was no contract on him?

-Not from me, there wasn't.

What have they got for leads?

-Nothing that I've heard of.

-You know, I told you
about the bikers expanding

on the island, didn't I?

-Mhm.

-Yeah, well they killed
a friend of mine today.

-I'm very sorry to hear that.

-I'd appreciate it if you'd
let me know

how that investigation goes.

-Sure.

Is this the beginning of a war?

-I don't know.
[dreary music]

God, I hope not.

What goes around comes around, I
guess.

Right?

-Yeah.

[slow ambient music]