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- Previously, onThe Border... - I want to speak to the cowboy

who breached our waters, opened fire on our target, and sank our contraband.

- Special agent Bianca LaGarda. Homeland Security.

- Don't worry about the boss. It's a JTF2 thing.

- JTF2? - Yeah. Elite Commandos.

- What did Kessler have to do with it? - He ran it.

The kid I killed? He was 15.

- She was the one who hacked into CSC?

What does she, uh, you know... look like? - So superficial.

- What's up? - You got an aid kit?

The driver's, uh, cut up pretty bad.

Get the kit, Gene.

- Hands behind your head. Behind your head!

Let's go, let's go!

Maggie.

National Defence just reported a theft of weapons from CFB

Petawawa. We need an eyes-only alert to all agents, all border crossings. Stat.

- What'd they get? - Six M-3 Carl G's

- and 30 F-F-V 6-51 HEAT rounds. - Could I have that in English?

- Bazookas. We're not talking bubblegum.

De Vos isn't here.

[Phone ringing]

♪♪♪

- Willem De Vos. International arms dealer.

- Half of NATO has warrants on him.

- There'll be a new one added tomorrow. He just blew up

a Boston hotel room. Killed two FBI agents, two critical.

- His client list includes some of the most violent dudes

on the planet: You get Somali warlords,

Iraqi insurgents, the Taliban...

- Anybody who hates the West. - What's his beef with us?

- He was part of the Belgian paratroopers in Rwanda '94.

During the genocide, ten of his buddies were killed

trying to protect the Prime Minister.

- While the West just stood by and watched.

- Right. Then the Belgians pulled out.

And De Vos's own government didn't have the cojones

to stay and even the score.

- So De Vos decides: screw us all,

he'll feed the fires of hell.

- While his weapons have killed thousands of people.

- Well, this is the only photo we got. It's like, 20 years old.

- Age the image and get it out to all points of entry.

The FBI checked

his cell phone records at the Boston hotel.

There was one 30-second call from Pembroke, Ontario.

- What's the number? - 613-555-0198. What's going on?

- Pembroke is just south of Canadian Forces Base Petawawa.

Six anti-tank weapons

- were stolen there yesterday. - That number's from

a public phone in the Blue Goose.

That's a soldier's bar.

I'd say if your Mr. De Vos is coming to Canada,

- he's coming to buy hardware. - If Mr. De Vos comes to Canada,

I want to be the one who says hello.

- Less than 10 kilo. Can be fired standing,

kneeling or prone, 6 rounds a minute, 1,000-metre range.

Course you know more about these babies than I do, Major. - Handy weapon in the field:

takes out tanks, bunkers, personnel-- - Or commuter trains,

office buildings, airport control towers.

Imagine what a terrorist could do with one of these.

Let alone six.

- What do we have on the theft? - Very slick ambush.

They used stolen vehicles; the truck the weapons were carried in was found abandoned

- the next day. - They knew the weapons were on the truck.

- Someone must have tipped them. - The dates and times

of live fire exercises are posted on the base website

and in the local papers.

Ah, c'mon, you're kidding me?

- To warn local people to stay away from the ranges.

- Really? Well, why don't you just send out engraved invitations?

- Sergeant takes the weapons to the range an hour early so they're ready

when the troops arrive. Somebody knew that routine.

- Were the 4 men on the convoy cleared by the RCMP? - They're still checking.

So far, nothing suspicious. [Cell phone ringing]

- Are the men on base right now? - All but one, uh, Corporal--

Gene Vennick. He's on stress leave.

Kessler.

- I may have spotted our man. Uh, at Pearson.

Sort of.

What does that mean?

- I was running face recognition software on passengers

coming off of U.S. flights and I got a hit. Kind of.

- Can we do this without the qualifiers? - Okay.

I aged De Vos by 15 years, um, and I was using that as my control.

[You should have that now. So that's when this match came up.]

I mean, it's only 9 correlatives,

but that includes the, um, the colour of the iris and the philtral ridges,

[and as you know, the philtral ridges are--] - I'm aging here myself.

- [Sighing] - It's a woman.

- Excuse me? - Yeah, uh...

My match is a woman. Uh, it could be a glitch in the software, I mean,

the rez on the military photo was just pretty pathetic.

Or sister.

- Does De Vos have a sister? - [Passport name]

was Deirdre Winters. Uh, her declaration said she's staying

[here in town at the Empire Place Hotel.]

- Tell Maggie to get a couple of agents over there. With backup.

- It's happening. - [Proceed with extreme caution.]

Consider the suspect armed and dangerous. - A woman.

I always thought the Belgians were a little twisted.

It clear?

You hear about what happened to those FBI agents in Boston?

- I heard. But I'm trying not to think about that right now.

Same scarf from the airport video.

- There's not much here. - Bathroom?

Washcloth has makeup on it.

- Toilet seat's up. Drives women crazy when I do that.

- You know, you could put that down. - Someday, maybe...

for the right one.

No runs.

What woman throws away a perfectly good pair of pantyhose?

- Let's see if Ident can lift some prints.

[Phone ringing]

No!

- It's housekeeping. They want to know if they can make up the room.

Keep me posted.

They got a match on the prints in the hotel room.

- De Vos is in Toronto. - Yeah.

We're watching his room, but he's not likely to return.

Maybe you should stay in the car.

You might be a little too South Beach for this joint.

- I think this country could use a little more South Beach.

- What'll it be? - Scotch.

- You drinking? - Vodka rocks.

- Is Gene here? - Gene.

- Vennick. I heard this was his local.

Haven't seen him.

- What are you slumming it, there, Kessler?

Urquhart.

- Served in his platoon in '92. Still remembers my name.

- You were a good soldier. - Eh. Not good enough for JTF, though, eh?

- No shame in that. They had hundreds of candidates.

- You know, I figured you mighta had something to do with me not getting the nod.

- Why you looking for Vennick? - Just to talk.

Huh. Who you working for?

DND? RCMP?

No.

- Guys like you always land soft, eh?

You gotta be a REMF

- for somebody in Ottawa. - He works for me.

Bianca LaGarda. I'm an attorney.

I think Corporal Vennick may have grounds

for a personal injury claim against the army.

- Oh yeah? - Oh yeah.

You see him,

tell him to call this number.

There might be money in it.

Mikey Kessler.

Working point for an ambulance chaser.

There is justice, eh?

So what's a REMF?

- The first 3 letters stand for Rear Echelon Mother--

- I'll let you figure out the F. - Why is he so bitter?

- We were in the Airborne together. The regiment got into trouble in Somalia.

- Killed two people. - Two?

Somalis killed over 20 U.S. Marines.

- These were non-combatants. One was beaten to death.

And there were other things--

racist videos.

Government disbanded the regiment.

An entire regiment?

What would you do if you had an Abu Ghraib?

- The rank and file felt they were shafted by their officers and the politicians.

Including Urquhart.

- Ah, he was tough, and a leader. But too much of a cowboy.

- The kind who would steal a truckload of anti-tank guns?

Yeah, he could do that.

Right.

- This was in today's situation reports.

Came over from a detective at Metro.

- Trucker gets asked to carry a package to the States. Nothing new there.

- Detective pointed him to ICS, but the trucker's afraid to come to the office.

- Somebody lean on him hard? - Set up a meet on neutral ground. Get the story.

And I want every lead checked out. - Okay.

So, uh, what do I call you here? Grandma?

- Yeah, only he gets to call me that.

- Well, you don't fit the part, Maggie. - What can I say?

I was a child bride, my daughter was a child bride.

- Have an eye. - You betcha. Okay, let's go.

- Hey, you gonna take care of your brother for me today?

Okay? Be careful.

Watch your brother for me, okay?

- Bobby Ravello? - Yeah.

- I'm Lepinski. I'm the guy that called.

- I'm a trucker. Long haul to the States, mostly.

The other day, this joker sits beside me at a lunch counter and he starts talking to me.

Pulls out his wallet. Show me pictures of his kids.

But they're my kids.

- So, this stranger showed you pictures of your own kids.

- Playing in my yard. I'm about to go off on him when he says,

"Calm down, I got a business proposition." - Uh-huh.

Carry a package over the line, no questions asked.

- He says if I play along, everything will stay picture perfect.

I might even see a few bucks.

- He says he'd be in touch. - What'd you do?

- I wanted to take the bastard out right then and there. But what am I going to do?

He knows where I live. I'm on the road 3 nights out of 5--

Look, this...

- this is really freaking me out. - That's understandable.

Alright, just play along. We'll make sure that you're covered.

- Protect my wife and kids, that's all I'm asking.

- Ravello got the guy as, uh, mid-forties, uh, medium height,

- medium build, brown hair. - Your average middle-aged Canadian.

- Oh, one thing. He said the guy had a tattoo on his right forearm.

Faded. It looked like a mushroom cloud with wings.

- A mushroom cloud? - Yeah. That's what he said.

Like this?

Airborne insignia.

- Yeah. Maybe. Uh, mushroom could have been a parachute.

- Print these out. Get them to Ravello. We'll get you faces, too.

- Master Corporal Gene Vennick, 12 years in, written up twice

for surfing at lush beach. Divorced, credit card debt piled higher than Mount Doom.

Currently on stress leave.

Dwayne Urquhart, ex-Sergeant, ex-Airborne.

Flagged on the JTF psych screen. Not enough gung, too many hoes.

Bouncer at the Blue Goose.

Uh, one charge assault, dropped.

Witness failed to appear. Lives with Erika Styles, bartender.

- Get these to Moose. Add De Vos, too.

- So these guys steal the guns and get Ravello to smuggle them south.

- Vennick needs money, Urquhart wants revenge,

- and De Vos has a U.S. customer. - Guns going from Canada to the U.S. That's a switch.

- Brief LaGarda on this and get me 2 agents for backup.

- I'm going back to Pembroke. - Boss?

Um...

You, you know about, uh,

women, right?

What about them?

- You know, like, um, like what they like and stuff.

No.

- You know, restaurants, movies, you know, where to take girls...

uh, women, a woman,

a female. If, uh, if you were me.

- Just, just say. - You mean on a date?

No! A date? No, no.

Oh, no, you know, forget it. No.

Uh, hey, you going to fly commercial or government to Pembroke?

- First available. Restaurant.

Never a movie on the first date. Please don't ask me anything like this again.

Understood.

- They prescribing J&B for stress now?

Do I know you?

- He was with that lawyer. Said you could sue.

Ahh... Show me the money.

- It's complete bullshit.

You know, my job is kicking people to the curb

- when they bother our regulars. - Give me 5 minutes.

- With both of you. - Why?

Old times' sake?

- You want a drink? - He's not gonna stick around that long.

- I work for Immigration and Customs Security.

We stop people and things from coming into the country.

And from going out.

- That must be murder, standing in one of them little booths all day.

- Not much crosses the border that we don't know about.

Okay, you got me.

I brung in 3 pairs of socks from Watertown last December.

[Laughing]

- If someone was planning to transport

stolen Carl G's to the States, that would be a bad idea.

- Well, you forgot who you're talking to. I was on the other side of that bushwhack.

- The smart move would be to drop the ordnance off and call the local cops.

- Oh, high school rules, eh? Return the missing items to the office, no questions asked?

- Whoever stole those weapons did what they're good at-- textbook assault.

From here on, they're amateurs. And the professionals are gonna nail them.

- Professionals like you? - Just telling you what's sure to happen.

- If we were involved. - If you were involved.

- Which we're not. - Your 5 minutes are up.

Hey, Kessler?

How come you come back here to deliver this little sermon?

You were a good soldier.

Figured you deserved one last break.

Urquhart and Vennick are both inside.

Give Superintendent Norton regular position reports.

Our trucker got a call. They know he's taking a load of auto parts

down to the States tomorrow. They said instructions would follow.

- Alright. Did you show him pictures?

- He didn't recognize any of the 3 suspects.

- So there is no connection to the guns or De Vos?

- A team of 4 stole these weapons. If it was Urquhart and say, Erika Styles,

that still leaves two that we haven't identified.

- Yeah, but why did he choose this particular trucker? - Good question. Slade?

I want you to check the personnel file

of all the employees at Bobby Ravello's trucking company,

- and their customs broker. - What are we looking for?

- Military service, infantry particularly, Airborne ideally. Anyone that might have had

access to Bobby Ravello's schedule.

- Uh, this... this is going to take time. - Which we don't have.

- Uh, maybe I should bring somebody in. You know, uh, she, she could help.

- She? - Yeah. Well, you know, she...

her, uh...

She's very savvy. Uh, excellent, uh, deportment--

- No budget, no time to get security clearance on somebody new.

- Sweet Mary and Joseph!

How the hell did-- When?

Where?

Okay. Okay. Check the airport, alert all units, I want the local L.E. to set up--

What?

I don't care if the Second Coming is happening on Parliament Hill today,

I want all available personnel.

God dammit.

Surveillance lost contact with Urquhart and Vennick.

- When? - An hour ago. - An hour? Why are we hearing--

- They drove down to Ottawa. Pulled a bait and switch

- in a Wal-Mart parking lot. - How could our guys fall for--

- Surveillance was shorthanded. Commonwealth Conference.

- Ravello's due to roll tomorrow,

Urquhart and Vennick must be on their way to Toronto to load the weapons on his truck.

- Urquhart and Erika Styles both booked a week off from the bar-- family emergency.

- They're definitely coming to Toronto.

- We'll put a watch on the Ottawa flights and trains. - Keep an eye on Ravello.

- He's our best bet now. - He's our only bet.

- Bobby Ravello has picked up his load

- and is on his way. - Is he tagged?

- We got a GPS and surveillance on the truck and a tap on Ravello's cell phone.

Copy that, Moose?

[Copy that, we'll hang back.]

Call coming in to Ravello.

- [Cell phone ringing] - Yeah.

- [I got an in-flight movie for ya.]

It's his wife.

[Cute, eh? We'll be keeping]

[a close eye on 'em while you're on the road.]

[Our little insurance policy.

- Look, I told you I'd do what you ask. Leave them alone.

[Just keep driving, Bobby.]

[You'll hear from us soon.]

- Yeah - [Okay,see the gate on your left]

- Yeah - [your gonna turn in there]

[Cell phone ringing]

- Yeah. - [Back her up]

[to the rear loading door.]

- What do we know about this address?

- Uh... commercial warehouse. We'll research the owner.

Make it quick.

Moose, line of sight on the truck?

- Negative. If we get any closer, they'll make us.

- Hey! This is a bonded load. I can't get across the border

- if you break that seal. - [Relax, Bobby.]

[It's not your problem.]

[Hey, who the hell are these guys?]

That's Gord and Sarah Kelly.

She's one of Carmen's best friends. - [You never told us]

- [about them.] - [I didn't know. They drop by all the time.]

- [This is not good, Bobby.] - Look, I didn't tell my wife anything.

[I mean, what's she gonna think if I say, "Don't have friends over when I'm gone?"]

[Alright,]

[but there'd better not be any more surprises.]

- What do you want me to do now? - [Like normal.]

[Drive to the Peace Bridge.]

- Next time, I'm on top. - You wish.

- Nothing on the warehouse. Owned by a numbered company, rents by the month.

- We should check it out, see if he left anything behind. - Agents are on it.

Tell them to proceed with extreme caution. If De Vos did leave something behind,

it might be ticking.

Why do you have guns?

Oh, these are water pistols.

Maybe we'll play in the backyard later, unh? - Let's play now!

- We have to go make some dinner.

You go watch TV with your sister.

[Tweaking sound]

Ha! Sometimes I amaze even me.

What is it?

- Let me direct your attention to the righteous monitor on your upper left.

Or as I like to call it, Glinda.

One Manfred Heims. Currently employed

as a clerk at the very brokerage company

that bonded Bobby Ravello's load of auto parts.

And yes, wait for it--

Signals Squadron,

Canadian Airborne, '89 to '91.

- Where is he now? - At work, quits at 5. Gimme some love.

- Put a team on him, get the recent picture to Maggie.

Ahh. That's okay.

- Manfred Heims makes 3. That still leaves one member of the assault team still out there.

Plus De Vos.

I want to find De Vos.

- Seal doesn't look like it's been broken.

- It's good, but it's not the real one. - You see anyone

- at the warehouse? - Maybe a couple of guys, but I didn't see any faces.

- Do you recognize this man? - Yeah.

That's the guy who showed me pictures of my kids. But there's someone else

- talking to me on the cell. - Yeah. Yeah, we know.

- Well, what about my family, are they okay?

- They're safe. We're protecting them. It's all going to be okay.

Where... where am I going?

- They're gonna tell you. Just hang in there.

- House is clear, no bugs.

I found them. Listen to this.

What's happening there, man?

- My ass is falling asleep. - [We're south of the line,]

[waiting on the next coordinates.] - Well, me and Ian could go

for a couple of those brews Buddy in the flowered shirt

- brought in the house. - [Stay sharp. If this trucker gives us any trouble,]

[you'll be going in. Show 'em we're not playing around.] - Yeah, yeah.

We'll drop Buddy and we'll shoot our own little porno with those two bitches.

- Slimeballs. - It'll be a pleasure taking these guys down.

- Ravello's still driving south, no change.

DHS and the FBI are monitoring our transmissions.

- The warehouse was clean. Still no sign of De Vos?

- No. But he has to make his move. [Cell phone ringing]

He'll want to unload the weapons as soon as he can. Yeah?

- Anything from our surveillance on Manfred Heims?

- It's like Mr. Bean without the laughs.

Well, he leaves work.

And, um,

he, uh, picks up a paper.

And he settles down at the park for a little read.

Oh. Then he, uh, performs

his only criminal act. He drops his newspaper

in the trash instead of the recycling.

Stop. Go back.

- Where? - Slow down that walk-away.

Zoom in and enhance the last image of the old man. - Oh, the dumpster diver?

- Okay. Bring up De Vos and run your face recognition program.

- Huh. It's Jeremy Irons all over again.

Dead Ringers?

Cronenberg? They're twins. You know, it's, it's a match.

What do you think was folded up in the newspaper?

- Another fake passport, travel documents.

Get the old man photo out to all points of entry into the U.S.

- If the guns are in the States,

- then why is De Vos still here? - Maybe the weapons aren't on the truck.

- They are. Everything points to the fact they are.

- It could be a decoy run. The Pembroke phone call,

the female disguise, threatening Ravello. This guy is a pro. Why would he drop so many clues?

- If the weapons are not on the truck, where are they?

- He's smuggling them in another way. We need to stop Ravello.

- No. I want whoever is buying those weapons.

- If I'm right, the truck will not lead you to them.

- If you're wrong, I don't get De Vos, or the terrorists he's dealing with.

I say stop the truck.

My turf. My call.

Stop the truck.

If they open the trailer and find guns? I will personally

kick your little glass house to pieces, Major.

[Hey! Where you going?]

[I didn't say turn off! This is not good, Bobby.]

- Gotta piss, man. - [Not in the schedule. Keep going.]

- Can't. My back teeth are floating.

- [Impact sound] - What the...

Ah, Jesus. Hide the gear.

- Excuse me? Is everybody alright in there?

- Yeah, just fine. [She knocks again]

Excuse me. I am so sorry. I don't know where my head was.

It's not bad, though. Come take a look. - Uh, you know what?

It's okay, I'm...

Don't worry about it.

- No, really, you'd better come look.

Aw... Alright.

It's okay. Really.

- Turn around. Kneel down. Hands behind your head.

Down!

- ICS! - Get out of the car! Get out of the car now!

Sergeant! Sergeant!

You got him.

- We're secure at the Ravello house.

Darnell? Move in on Urquhart.

Oh, shit!

[Erika]: Shit! Shit!

Dwayne!

Stop, Police

Come on

Freeze

- Hold it right there, honey! Don't move! Back up, back up.

You Guys got her?

Right there stop

Bobby? We're all clear.

- Carmen and the kids? - Yup. It's all good.

Everything's good. She's right here.

- Baby? You okay? - I'm okay. Are you? - [Yeah, I'm okay.]

- It's all over. - [Thank God.] - Yeah.

Yeah. I love you.

- [I love you.] - I love you too.

Yeah.

- Check the truck. - Ravello's unharmed?

Yeah, he's safe.

The FBI are opening up the truck now.

No! Don't! Tell them to stop!

De Vos could've rigged the truck. - Wait, stop!

- Darnell? - Wait!

Tell your men to stop!

- Stop! - Wait. Don't open the truck.

It's open. No bang.

The guns are on the truck.

- Uh, all U.S. points of entry have the photos of De Vos and the description of the Carl G's.

Uh, copied to RCMP, Provincials and locals.

So, would it be okay if I took off?

- Unless there's something I...? - Go. Darnell, what's going on?

- They're open--

Darnell!

- Darnell! - Darnell! Are you okay? Can you get up?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

What's happening?

[Cell phone ringing]

- Moose. - What's happening?!

- The case was booby-trapped. We got a couple of agents down.

[Hurt bad]

How bad?

Alright Take care of business. Get back to me when you know more.

De Vos rigged one of the weapon cases to explode.

One of your agents is dead, another one injured.

I'm still betting there are no weapons on that truck.

- Slow. Okay. Go left. No, no! Your right. My left.

Come this way. Just fol... just go straight. Okay.

That... Perfect. Just...

No peeking.

Okay. Now, just stop here.

Okay. Open your eyes.

Oh, my God!

The original 1982 Ms. Pac-Man.

- Yeah, not to mention Police Trainer.

You are friggin' awesome!

And you are...

5,768 degrees Kelvin.

- The temperature of the photosphere of the sun?

- It is really hot that you know that.

Hey... loser buys pizza.

[Welcome to the Academy.]

- Did the Belgian blow some sand up your ass

about being brothers-in-arms?

Whine about how soldiers always got the shit end of the stick? - It's true.

We do the dirty work

in all the backwaters of the world.

Unless you come home in a box, it's like you don't exist.

- So this was your chance to get payback?

- You know what I'm talking about.

Rumour was

they hung you out to dry in Bosnia.

- I got no idea what this is about.

- A Federal Agent is dead. That's murder one.

And there is theft of restricted weapons,

smuggling, extortion.

- We were just going down to the Poconos for a holiday.

We have your boyfriendon tape.

You planned to sell stolen weapons

to enemies of the U.S. Government.

Do you have any idea what we do to people who help terrorists?

- You were so busy feeling sorry for yourself,

you couldn't spot the sucker play.

- And you still think they'll give you a pat on the head

for doing a good job.

- The boxes in the truck were empty.

De Vos ripped you off.

He planted an IED. Killed an FBI Agent.

- You're lying. - You want to see the photographs?

This is a death penalty state.

The best you can hope for is 25 years hard time.

- So you don't know who the weapons are for?

- We were just trying to make a little nest egg.

So I could take some time and have a kid.

- Do you know where De Vos is now?

No.

I can't believe he double-crossed us.

What'd we do to deserve that?

What kind of man

leads his buddies into a fiasco like this?

And your girlfriend. What about your girlfriend? Did you think about her?

She's gonna be an old lady

by the time she gets out.

It disgusts me you were ever allowed to wear the Canadian Forces uniform.

[Knocks on door]

She doesn't know anything.

Neither does he.

I've got nothing.

Just a bunch of lowlife morons trying to make a few bucks.

No weapons, no terrorists, no De Vos.

- He's out there somewhere, we'll just keep trying.

- What are you kidding me? We don't just keep trying in my country.

We win, Major. I've got 3 FBI agents dead.

I want that bastard's head on a stake. [Phone ringing]

LaGarda.

Where? We're on our way.

U.S. Customs spotted De Vos crossing at Detroit.

- In the old man's disguise. - Did they apprehend?

They're tracking him.

Good. They got him. The farm is just up the road.

- Who took delivery of the weapons? - Don't know yet.

Don't have any intel on this location. - Sleepers?

Deep, deep cover.

Where is De Vos?

- This isn't De Vos. - My name's Henderson.

Some guy paid me 500 bucks to drive the Winnie across the border.

That's all I know.

- De Vos bought himself a look-alike.

- Yeah. If we were on to him, it would give him a chance to get away.

- [Swissair flight 932, departing for Zurich and Geneva,]

[now boarding at Gate D-48.]

- The anti-tank weapons

and ammunition are being returned to Canada shortly.

With heavily armed escort.

- Did you find out anything about the guys on the farm? - According to them,

the government isn't doing enough to protect the people from illegal aliens.

So they formed this group called the Sons of Paul Revere.

- Homegrown terrorists carrying on the fine work

of Timothy McVeigh and the Unabomber. - You got it.

- A well-regulated Militia being necessary to the security of a free State--

- The right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.

- Including anti-tank guns.

- They were going to use them to attack the INS offices in Washington, D.C.

[Cell phone ringing] Sorry.

What?

- Dwayne Urquhart got a hold of a piece of metal.

Sharpened it on his cell floor.

Cut his own throat, and he's dead.

You gave him a way out.

I wouldn't feel bad.

I don't.

Agent LaGarda?

Can I buy you a drink?

- Yeah. And then I'll buy you one.