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- Immigration and Customs Security. May I have your attention?

- Previously onThe Border... - Immigration and Customs Security, that would be you,

polices our borders and arrests evildoers.

CSIS gathers intelligence and interrogates--

- You were Customs and Revenue, right?

Something about 10 Hell's Angels and bear repellent? - It was pepper spray.

- We have a bigger problem. The Americans aren't happy.

- I'm sorry, sir, but I have to go. - [Not yet you don't.]

Homeland Security is sending up some hotshot agent

who is going to-- [Dial tone]

- He did what-- two kilometres?

This guy's a regular Marilyn Bell.

- I'm more interested in what he dropped overboard.

The current moves pretty fast.

You saw what-- half a dozen packages?

- They were roped together, possibly anchored.

- We marked the spot where the boat went down.

- If the Americans hadn't blown the operation, we would have the boat, the guns,

and whatever else he was smuggling.

US Coast Guard, this is Canadian Immigration and Customs Security. Go to 21A. Over.

[We read you, Canada. Over.]

- I want to speak to the cowboy who breached our waters,

opened fire on our target, and sank our contraband.

- [That would be the agent from Homeland Security.] - Fine, put him on.

- [Closing in on you now. All yours.]

[Helicopter approaching]

Major Kessler?

Special Agent Bianca LaGarda,

Homeland Security.

I'll be running our new integrated cross-border initiative.

- What's it called? Operation 'Piss Off the Canadians'?

- I'll suggest that to my superiors

- in Washington. - You are aware that technically you invaded Canada out there.

- Don't be a hard-ass, Major.

- You crossed the border without permission.

- It was dark, the GPS has a margin of error.

- You opened fire without warning.

The target was escaping.

- We had the situation under control.

- In our new spirit of cooperation,

'we' includes us.

- [Kessler]: Looks like we got something.

- This stretch of the river is the black hole

of border policing.

Jurisdiction is complicated.

We're trespassing on Mohawk land now.

Thanks to your chopper,

some of the Seaway Reserve's finest should be here any second.

- Is that supposed to worry me? - It should do.

- Today the Mohawks sending us drugs,

tomorrow terrorists and plutonium.

- What drugs? - 300 keys

of Quebec Gold, worth 2 million stateside.

- Our intel said handguns from you to us. - Some kind of a trade?

- Divers only found one. Must've slipped the rope.

- Looks like Christmas. Major? Wanna do the honours?

Since we find ourselves on your side of the river.

[Whistling admiringly]

- That's gotta be what, half a mil? - Easy.

- And another 5 or 6 in the river.

- Call ICS, tell them we're bringing the prisoner in for interrogation.

Not so fast. American dollars,

- American prisoner. - Tell Maggie to meet us there.

Don't blow me off, Major.

You won't like what happens.

- You're invited to observe the interrogation.

As a professional courtesy. Try not to break anything.

♪♪♪

- Make it easy for yourself and tell us your name.

We're gonna find out anyway.

Now why are you so frightened?

Is it because you lost all that money?

Whose was it? We can protect you.

Nobody can do that.

- What is that accent? Is that, uh...

is that Serbian? Macedonian?

- Albanian. Cross-reference his photo

with the Kosovo Liberation database. - You got it.

- Now, I can put you in protective custody and make sure

that nobody gets near you.

- The secret prison at Kingston.

- I'd be safe there. - No, no, no.

You wouldn't like that. It's where we put the terrorists.

- I am a terrorist. I swear. - You?

No, I don't think so.

No, you my friend, are strictly small change.

A postman who just lost a whole whack

of somebody else's money.

- His name is Victor Raco. Commando with the KLA.

After the war,

some of the KLA re-branded itself as the Albanian mob.

Real tough guys, muscled out the Lucchese family in Queens,

killed a federal prosecutor.

- Start talking now, or you go straight into

the general population at Millhaven.

- These people I work for-- they'll have put out a contract.

- I won't last the night. - No, you probably won't.

- I'm nobody, a soldier. They tell me shit. - Who are you working for?

[Sighing]

- Contact Millhaven. - Chani.

Leka Chani. He gives me the boat, tells me I'm delivering

- a few parcels to the Indians. - What's supposed to be in them?

I didn't ask. Some guy...

Paquette was supposed to meet me just offshore. - Did he have a first name?

I told you, they tell me shit.

- [Knocking on door] - Hey, Boss? Homeland Security's here.

You promised to protect me!

- Agent LaGarda. - Major. - You're here to observe

- the interrogation? - Actually, I'm here to pick up my prisoner.

- [Cell phone ringing] - He's in Canadian custody. - Uh-huh.

- Kessler. - So, I gather you've met

the new face of Homeland Security in Canada.

- Yeah, she's here right now, trying to take custody of my prisoner.

- [Ah, yes. I promised her superiors every cooperation.]

- I busted the guy in Canadian water

[smuggling millions into the country.] - My kind of tourist.

[Give the lady what she wants, Major. Consider it]

an investment... in goodwill.

Mine's bigger than yours.

- Get used to it, Major. - There you have it--

- the voice of American diplomacy. - If tact was my strong point,

I'd be looking out my window at the White House, not the CN tower.

- Where are you taking him? - That's classified.

- I promised him protective custody. - Oh, we'll be very...

- protective. - Hand over the prisoner.

Yes, sir.

- Right this way. - Major.

- Slade, find what you can

on Leka Chani and the Albanian mob.

And while you're at it, check out Agent Bianca LaGarda of the Department of Homeland Security.

- With pleasure! [Laughing]

She's hot! C'mon, she's got that... that thing, you know, that...

sort of bullet- proof-vest,

take-no-prisoners, sit-up-straight-or- I'll-slap-you-silly...

- Go down to the Seaway Reserve, find this guy Paquette

and ask him what he planned to do with 3 million dollars.

- Mohawk cops will have something to say. - Police chief is Frank Arthur--

he's a good cop. He helped us put away some cigarette smugglers.

Show him respect, you'll be fine. - Okay.

- Is there a casino on the reserve? - I've never heard of one.

- And he would know. Wherever money is lost, our Gray can be found.

- Really, you're a gambler? - In the old days, maybe. Not anymore.

- I'm serious. I gave it up. - Oh!

So what about those gaming sites

- on your browser history, then? - You monitor my browser history?

- Not, not just yours, man, everybody's. I mean,

Layla here just downloaded the entire first season

- of America's Next Top Model. - No, I didn't.

Oh, right, that was me.

- Please, I beg you--

- Do yourself a favour. Shut up.

[Gunshot]

- Get down! Get down! We got a shooter! - Everybody down!

- Up here, up here! He's on the fence line!

Major. You got your way.

It's your investigation now.

- Thank you for granting me jurisdiction over the parking lot.

- Oh, not just the parking lot-- the whole road, too.

No wonder he was scared.

- He saw it coming. - He'd be just as dead if he was in our custody.

- Right. Tell it to my superiors.

- Got a shell casing from the outside of the fence, along with some fresh tire tracks.

- Looks like a .300 mill. - Yeah. The KLA used G-22s.

- They take .300 mill. - Okay.

Now him, I like.

Special Agent Bianca

LaGarda. Italian mother, Cuban father.

Born in Havana. Her father was a personal friend of Fidel

until the night he was dragged off and executed.

Little Bianca would have been 8.

- She left in the boatlift? - Uh-huh,

the Mariel boatlift of 1980.

She and her mother resettled in Miami,

and she's been wearing red, white and blue ever since.

Speaks 5 languages.

Top of her class at FBI High.

- She earned her stripes working the Oklahoma bombings. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, if she's such a hotshot, shouldn't she be in Washington

monitoring the cell phone calls of presidential hopefuls?

- I'm guessing she pissed somebody off.

Lonnie Paquette?

Figures he'd get mixed up in smuggling.

He's not the sharpest tomahawk in the drawer.

- I have authorization to take him back to ICS.

- What's he in for? What'd he do? Cigarettes or booze?

- Half a million in US currency. Another couple of million

went into the river.

- Where would your friend Lonnie be, you think?

- It's Wednesday-- he's probably fishing.

Fishing.

This is Sally.

She keeps my books up-to-date.

She just graduated top in her college

- for computers. - Sorry-- he likes to brag.

So let him.

- That CSE cell phone tip? It was bogus.

That cell's been out of service for months.

- Then somebody set us up to intercept the Albanians.

- Yeah. Somebody good enough to hack into Communications Security.

What about our intel?

The NSA intercepted a call arranging a marijuana drop on the river.

- I'll need to see the file. - Oh, okay.

I could give you my DHS password.

- Okay-- yeah, sure, that'd be good.

- As if. You geeks are so cute when you get excited.

- Dig around in the Reserve, check the Band Council's finances.

- The Mohawks won't like that. - So don't tell them.

Was that...

was that an order? Can she give me orders?

- Who are you? - Hi! Wanna play?

- How we doing with Raco's Albanian connection?

- Oh, uh, New York State Troopers, uh,

they just found Raco's contact,

Leka Chani, in the, in the river.

- I guess these guys don't leave loose ends. - Hi! Wanna play?

What's that?

What? Oh, that's, uh, nothing.

- We don't have time for games. - No! No, sir! I know. - Hi! Wanna play?

Hi! Wanna play? Wanna play? Wanna play? Wanna play?

Wanna play? Wanna play?

Slade, what's the deal here?

- Hi! Wanna play? - Yeah?

- Is this some kind of joke? - Uh, no, this is just a glitch, sir.

- I'm totally on it. - Hi! Wanna play?

Hi! Wanna play?

You went away. I was lonely.

- What are you? Some kind of virus or something?

I have abandonment issues.

You hurt my feelings.

When I get hurt, I get really,

really... [Growling]

HUNGRY!!!

- Slade, what's going on? - Can you fix this?

- Yeah, just reconfiguring the server here!

Hi! Wanna play! Hi!

Thank you.

- This where Lonnie Paquette likes to fish?

Could be.

You folks recover any more of that money?

- The divers are still working. - This is the St. Lawrence River.

- Nothing stays put for long. - We have maps of the currents.

Maps.

What about them?

- You ever try to map the wind?

Lonnie Paquette lives

on this water. He knows these currents better than anyone.

- You all right? - Yup.

- So, according to Alcohol and Gaming, the Seaway Reserve has broken ground

- on a half-billion-dollar casino. - Interesting timing.

- The backers are a consortium of on- and off-reserve investors,

including the Band Council and a group calling itself Fat Chance International.

- What do we have on them? - Not much.

They're based in New York, and seem legit-- nothing from Interpol or the FBI.

They own a minority interest in a number of gaming-related industries,

including slot machine rentals and bingo halls.

- Do we have anything that ties them to our Albanians?

- There's one thing, but it could be far-fetched.

Try me.

- Fat Chance International-- the Albanian root

for the word 'luck' happens to be 'fat'.

- Here we call this place Scavenger Cove,

because the currents wash so much ashore here.

Is that Lonnie's boat?

Yeah.

Oh... Jesus...

Poor dumb kid. He knew the water but he sure liked his weed.

Look at this.

That smuggler we caught got shot this morning by a sniper.

And they pulled his stateside connection out of the river

- on the other side. - Well, these smugglers

play pretty rough.

- We think the Albanian mob has designs on your new casino.

- Casinos are good for the people.

The profits have raised our quality of life

beyond two centuries of government promises.

[Howling]

What's that?

That is Hungry Wolf,

a new search engine. Put all your money in the IPO,

'cause it's going to be huge. Bigger than Google.

[Sobbing and whimpering]

- Slade? Now who the hell is this guy supposed to be?

- Okay, guys, I didn't... I didn't do this.

I don't know where this footage is coming from. [Wolf howling]

- Grab a frame of that guy and run it through Viclas and Interpol.

- I told Lonnie's mom. She's pretty broke up.

- I hope those bastards rot. - What bastards?

Whoever killed Lonnie.

- Sally and Lonnie went to school together.

- Were you the one who tipped us off about the Albanians?

- Somebody hacked into Communications Security

and fed false information to ICS to get them on the river.

- You told us it was guns, and Homeland Security

- thought it was marijuana. - Would you have believed it any other way?

- I think you should tell us what you know.

- A couple months ago, these Albanian guys started hanging around the Rez,

staying at the hotel. Lonnie would take them fishing,

sell them weed. Anyways, one day,

four Albanians left the shore and three of them came back.

- Why didn't you tell me? - Lonnie said the guy stayed out on the island.

I could tell he was lying,

- but he started avoiding me. - So you looked into it.

- Well, I found out that the Albanians

were part of a consortium building the new casino.

I monitored Lonnie's cell phone and I found out

- about the drop. - You're a regular one-woman CSIS, aren't you?

- So you warned ICS and Homeland Security, but not me.

- These guys are killers. You saw what they did to Lonnie.

Most of the time, he won't even wear his gun.

- Apparently, the video surveillance tip

came from Frank Arthur's assistant.

- Oh, yeah? She was the one who hacked into CSE?

- You sound impressed. - Maybe.

- The man who showed up on our computers is Artan Siliqi,

number two in the Albanian mob. Number one is Zef Tolka.

- We've been trying to flush him out of hiding for years,

but witnesses keep dying on us. He's also killed

a federal prosecutor and two undercover cops.

A big fish.

Find him, and we decapitate the Albanians. - No photo?

- Nobody knows what he looks like. - If Siliqi's at the hotel,

Tolka won't be far.

He's not going to leave without his millions.

The Thousand Islands

are all within a half-hour boat ride of the Seaway Hotel.

- Technically, they should be called the One Thousand, Eight Hundred and Sixty-Four Islands.

- Tens of thousands of boats, houses, cottages--

Tolka could be anywhere.

That's like the Bermuda Triangle of border security.

- It's bad enough the Natives run contraband with impunity--

Okay, exercise

their cross-border treaty rights.

But if the Albanians want to muscle in,

we won't allow it.

We'll do whatever we have to.

- You mean send US agents onto the reserve?

- If that's what we have to do to protect my country? Yes.

- If you want to piss off the Mohawks, you do it on your side of the border.

You can deal with the armed warriors and the blockaded expressway.

Slade, get me Frank Arthur.

- You can send two undercover agents

[only, no more.]

- They'll be there by morning. - I'll be there tonight.

- Last I heard, this is Canada. - [The Mohawks]

either recognize the border, or they don't.

You can't have it both ways.

- [Two agents only. You work it out.] - They'll need backup.

- We have plenty of it. - Superintendent Norton stays.

Fine. I'm getting used to her.

- I work better solo. A partner will cramp my style.

- Your style could use a bit of cramping.

Your undercover names are

David Scott and Yolanda Perez.

David is a bush pilot from PEI who did 6 months for smuggling weed.

Yolanda's the niece of Carlos Perez,

a Colombian drug lord currently in Sing Sing.

- He'll back our story? - The FBI has worked out a deal with him and his family.

Samples of coke?

- Uh-huh.

The Seaway Hotel

runs a high-stakes backroom poker game. You'll need this.

That's what I call a per diem.

- We would like some of it back. You think you can manage that? - Yes, sir.

- Okay. Your phones will function as roving bugs.

So, when I call, instead of ringing, they'll be turned into remote microphones.

- The phones are equipped with state-of-the-art GPS.

Manage to get one near Tolka, we'll do the rest.

- When were you going to tell me about your gambling jones?

You thought I wouldn't check you out? - That was years ago.

- You know what they say--

once an addict, always an addict.

- So, you up for sharing a king-sized bed?

- Separate check-in, separate rooms.

- I was hoping Yolanda might be a little more friendly.

On the contrary.

She's strictly business.

Perez.

- Excuse me, sir, will you come with me?

- What'd I do? I just got here. - This way, please.

- Come on, you're gonna like it. Three times my lady, huh?

What's the matter with you?

- Jo Montreux. - Get out of my hotel, Gray.

- His cover's blown! - [Whoa. Can we at least talk about this?]

- [You had your chance to talk 5 years ago.] - [Yeah, okay,]

[I blew it, all right?]

- You know, I'm legally obligated to throw you out of here.

We have slot machines, and you're a gambling addict. - I'm not registered.

- Oh, well, I have personal knowledge. I saw you throw away ten grand of government money

in one coked-up, bourbon-soaked weekend.

- It's good times. - Get the hell out.

- Come on, Jo! We took a ride together! I don't regret it.

- It was amazing. - It crashed.

- Yeah, for both of us. I got suspended for 6 months.

- Yeah, well, I got fired for fraternizing with a customer!

- I had to join Gamblers Anonymous! - You broke my heart.

Yeah, all right. You win.

- Oh, lucky me. - You landed on your feet, though, right?

From croupier to hotel manager.

Is this your new casino?

- What the hell are you doing here, Gray? - I came for the fishing.

- Bullshit. - And the poker. I hear you guys

- run quite a game. - I see the GA meetings didn't take.

- It's the roller from last night. He insulted one of the guests.

- What did he do? - Grabbed her ass.

Table eleven.

Oh...

Give her a spa package with our apologies.

And offer Mr. Siliqi lunch on the house.

- He gets lunch? The guy practically assaulted a woman! - What's it to you?

- [I'd throw him out on his ass.]

Oh, my God. You're on the job.

- Call Maggie and notify Agent LaGarda. Gray's cover's blown.

- You're doing this again? You're dragging me into some half-baked undercover scheme?

- Why, 'cause I don't like slimeballs? - This guy here

is not some penny-ante scam artist. He will take more than my job!

- Jo, forget it, okay? I'm here for the fish.

[Cell phone beeping]

Good. As I said,

[I prefer flying solo.]

[Lounge music]

Yolanda Perez.

- I am Artan. - Siliqi, I know.

What do you know?

- That you're here to do business. And it's not going so well.

Really.

- The way I hear it, your people have dropped a cool 3 million into the river.

Who are you?

- Have you heard of Carlos Perez? - Of course. He's in prison, no?

- He's my uncle. - You market his product?

- I do. But distribution costs have soared

and I'm looking for a new investor.

Maybe... I buy you

a drink,

and... you discuss business plan with me?

Maybe I'll do business

with your boss.

Where you going?

- I do business with Zef Tolka, or not at all.

- Maybe Zef would be interest to meet you.

Then set it up.

- I've got a rogue American agent trying to get herself

- [killed on Canadian soil.] - You mean Mohawk soil.

- I'm flying in. I put the Marine Unit on standby.

- I've got a dozen of our finest here, ready to roll

[on my say-so.]

- LaGarda's meeting Siliqi at tonight's poker game and he's taking her to Zef Tolka.

You need to be there for backup.

- Yeah, well, the hotel manager's not my biggest fan.

Well, then, change her mind.

- You know, they got machines to do that.

The sunrise is right over that water.

You always were a sucker for the sunrise.

- What do you want, Gray? - You know,

when the dust cleared from that Niagara fiasco, I did come looking for you.

Yeah, right.

- No, you disappeared: no cell phone, no forwarding address...

- I hit rock bottom. I needed a fresh start.

- And by 'bottom', I assume you're referring to me.

Don't do that.

- What? - Don't charm me.

I got you out of my system and I'm not letting you back in.

- So now I'm what-- a virus?

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for you.

I'm not here.

Sure, you are.

- Who's the girl? - That's my daughter. She's 4.

- Four? - Don't worry, she's not yours.

What's her name?

- Dyani-- means 'deer in the woods'.

- Where is she now? - With my sister and her husband.

Out west. They live on a farm,

with lots of horses.

And no Albanians?

- My God, you are on the job.

Oh, my God! Unbelievable! I can't believe I let you suck me in--

- Okay, yes, yes, yes, I'm on the job. It's not why I'm here.

Get out.

- These guys are bad news, Jo. You need me to help you.

- You, help me? What do you want, Gray? Just spit it out.

- I need a seat in the poker game tonight.

It's invitation only.

- Okay, so invite me. - And what if I refuse?

- Things can get real ugly here, Jo.

And you need me on your side.

I hate you.

- Call. - Check.

- Oh, my God. You can do better than that!

- Check your bet. - Check.

Man, I love this game.

Four thousand.

- Hundred to you, Miss.

I'm out.

Five hundred.

Raise to five hundred.

Yeah, call.

Jack of spades.

Five hundred.

One thousand.

Yeah, I'll call.

- Ten of diamonds. - How much you got there?

All in.

That's twelve hundred more.

Seventeen.

- Seventeen hundred. He's putting you all in, sir.

- I'll call. - Calls.

- Queen-high flush.

Full house, jacks over tens.

[Laughing]

Oof... My head's spinning.

- Cannot hold your booze, I guess.

I'm gonna throw up. Ugh...

- Isn't it a bit chilly for a boat ride?

- Hand over your purse.

- Tsk, tsk. - I like to be prepared.

- Let's see who called you last.

[Your uncle called you from Sing Sing.] - [We talk every day.]

Family means everything to me.

- Zef doesn't like cell phones.

[He finds them distracting.]

Come, get into the boat.

Damn!

Show me every island within ten miles of her location.

- I need everything: stairwells, lobby... - What are you doing?

I screwed up! Shit!

- About time you checked in. You deactivated your goddamn bug. - I lost LaGarda.

- She got away from me. - Got away, or was taken away?

- I don't know! - Boss.

We got a problem.

- Jo, you gotta come with me. - Go to hell.

- You are in this way over your head. Now, it's not too late.

- You can turn this around-- - They threatened Dyani.

- You sent her someplace safe. - They're going to find her!

- No, they won't. They--

- [Put your hands on your head. You, have a seat there.]

I'll take that.

Who are you? I said, who are you?

- Who are you? - Humph!

- Piece of shit. You're going to pay for this!

Are you police? RCMP?

Who are you working with? [Spitting]

[Chuckling]

Who is he?

- Huh? Who is he? - Don't!

- I said, who is he?? - No!

He's with Immigration and Customs.

- She doesn't know what she's talking about.

- Oh, you think I'm not a serious man?

No!!! No!!!

So, where's our money?

[Speaking Albanian]

Shoot him.

- He went that way! Shoot the bastard!

- Shoot the bastard! Shoot him! - Gray! Gray!

It's okay. We'll get him. He's got your cell.

Zef Tolka.

I was told you were beautiful,

but the word hardly seems adequate.

- You have a beautiful place here.

- Well, it will do for a temporary base.

I'm supervising some underwater exploration. - Yeah?

The way I have it, you've got a few millions somewhere down there.

It seems you...

know a lot about my business.

- I'm hoping to become part of your business.

- Shall we adjourn to my office, Miss Perez?

Call me Yolanda.

- Your cell shows Driba heading for Osprey Island.

We'll cut the engines half a kilometre out, and row in.

Mmm!

Very good.

Won't you join me?

- I like to keep business and, uh...

pleasure separate.

- It's a condition of purchase.

Your turn.

Your product is excellent.

Excuse me.

Sure.

Fuck!

Cocaine stimulates

the pleasure centers of the brain.

I find it very distracting.

- Go. - Hands up! Police!

You're under arrest.

Drop it!

Gray! Gray!

Gray!

Get off me!

Get off me!

You would've killed him.

- Let the American justice system do it for you.

[Computer beeping]

Be there.

- Oh shit-- it's one-thirty!

- Ah, I gotta go! I gotta go. - What? I--

Ahem!

The extradition orders for the Albanians.

- We can't extradite for murder. Not to a death-penalty state.

- Who do you think provides the muscle to protect your fine ideals?

- I was about to suggest you apply for extradition

on a lesser charge, like conspiracy to kidnap.

You can upgrade to murder stateside.

- Okay, so I don't always think before I speak.

Really?

But most of the time, I do.

I'll be back with the paperwork in an hour.

Don't hurry on my account.

♪ Let's take the long way

♪ 'Cause I like the view

♪ Go by the shoreline

We missed you yesterday.

- I'm not too good with funerals.

Cute, ain't she?

Looks like her mother.

I was thinking, maybe...

you know, the age might fit.

- Jo's sister will take good care of her.

You go home, son.

♪ Go by the shoreline

♪ Look at the moon