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Previously onThe Border...

- Who's the girl? - My daughter. Don't worry, she's not yours.

- You think I'm not serious? [Gunshot]

You know, the age might fit.

- Jo's sister will take good care of her. You go home, son.

- You think someone hacked into ICS? - He's good.

- As good as me? - Seriously, this guy was schooling me all day.

- You know, in our business, it's sometimes hard to figure out who's working for whom.

That's why it's good to know who your friends are.

- One to New York on the eight-fifteen.

- Boarding now. Platform 1. Thanks.

Leaving the country, huh?

- ICS. Would you come with us, please.

No. No.

You've got the wrong guy. I haven't done anything.

Yeah, we get that a lot.

- Gotta be a special kind of stupid to cross the border with kiddie porn.

Let's go!

- Creating a computer file and downloading images of child pornography

is possession. That's 5 years.

- Add 10 if you transmit it to another computer.

- That's distribution. - I woulda thought a guy

who spent 4 years in the can locked up for this stuff would know the law.

- Two convictions for sexual assault. Arrested twice for indecent exposure.

- Say what you want about our day tripper, he was a model inmate.

- Qualified for early parole to a half-way house.

- Never missed an appointment with his P.O.

Didn't so much as loiter outside of a Chuck E. Cheese.

I've been living with this

for almost 30 years.

I can't change it anymore than you can control

who you're attracted to.

- We don't hurt kids. - Neither do I.

- Did you get a client list off of his computer?

Client list?

No, this guy's hand to mouth, okay.

If he is pushing this stuff to anyone,

he's not winning kiddie porn salesman of the year.

- Abused kids are twice as likely

to commit suicide, suffer substance abuse--

- My kids aren't real. - You lying son of a bitch. - No! Wait!

- That's bullshit! - You don't understand. - That's bullshit!

- They're not real kids! They're computer generated. I made them.

- The pictures are fakes? - Yes.

I have to have them.

I need them. But I don't want to hurt kids.

I made those photos so I wouldn't hurt anyone.

- I don't care if you drew them with crayons, it's still sick.

- Why did you run when you saw the ICS agents at the bus station?

I panicked.

I haven't had very positive experiences

with the police.

- Our friend Glen here's a real criminal mastermind.

JFK to Bangkok.

- Leave out of New York, avoid the questions at Pearson.

- It was cheaper to fly out of the States.

- Forgot to mention your upcoming sex tour?

- I wasn't going for sex. - Oh, a guy like you goes to Thailand for what? The noodles?

- I'm taking Depo-Provera. I'm celibate.

- Chemical castration? Know what,

get it cut off first then I might believe you.

I'm trying to transcend

my earthly desires.

I was going to Thailand to visit

the great Buddhist temples in Ayutthaya.

So you're a Buddhist now?

- Yes, I became a Buddhist in prison.

I was taking a temple tour.

- Your parole officer buy that shit?

Look, we've got a search warrant for your place.

You better pray we don't find anything, asshole.

- How'd your pal at Metro know that Burgess was leaving town?

- Oh, me and some of the guys we, uh, keep an eye on these slimeballs.

- Isn't that what his parole officer is for?

- Yeah, but he's done with that now. And as soon as no one's watching...

Sergeant? You should see this.

Jesus.

- Where's Glen? - Immigration, Customs Security.

I'm sorry, Ma'am, we can't discuss details of our investigation.

- But you might want to keep your kid away from him.

- That was extremely unprofessional.

- Hey, the lady's got a right to know who her kid is living beside.

- Moose. Hate to break it to you, but Burgess wasn't lying.

I spoke to his travel agent. He was going on a temple tour. - Well, just because

he booked an itinerary, doesn't mean he was gonna stick to it. - Well, maybe, but he steered

clear of all the usual love nests. - Hotel reservations?

- Mainly Buddhist monasteries.

Thanks.

Hey. What about this kiddie porn on his computer?

Guy's an artist.

Could be making a sweet living in character design.

His images are so photo-realistic,

he makes Lara Croft look like Ms Pac Man.

Check it out.

Average person could never tell the difference.

- That kid's not real? - Nope,

none of them are. Oh, uh,

I did find one. In a deleted e-mail

from some guy called Skinner.

- Who is she? - No idea.

Find out.

- Katie Johanson. She's been on the FBI's missing person list

since she disappeared from her house in Michigan 18 months ago.

- You're sure it's the same girl?

- Yeah, she was 11 when somebody broke into her house

and grabbed her. Her mom was asleep.

FBI have any leads?

- I put a call into the Special Agent in Charge. - What's the thumbnail say?

- Trail went cold for 6 months, then this picture

popped up in Dusseldorf. German police found it in some perv's inbox.

He shot himself before they could question him.

- So our Mr. Burgess is the first lead we've had on this girl in a over a year.

Yup.

Who's Skinner?

I don't know.

- How long have you been talking to each other? - We don't.

As soon as I got his e-mail,

I deleted it. The guy is a psycho.

- How did he get your address? - I don't know.

He took a little girl

from her bed in the middle of the night and put her in a box.

She hasn't had contact with another living being in 18 months.

- Whoever he is, he won't leave me alone.

Ever since I got out of jail. It's like he knows

I'm trying to control my urges.

He'd send me pictures. He knew my type.

Is Katie your type?

No.

Helpless, prepubescent girls?

You like them young, impressionable?

- I'm not Skinner. I'm nothing like him.

I know what lives inside me.

I feel it right under the surface all the time.

I do everything I can to suppress it. But Skinner,

he revels in it.

- He shows no remorse for his victims?

- He doesn't use the word victims.

He calls them "conquests."

- Is that what he calls Katie? - No.

She's different. He calls her

an experiment.

He calls her his "subject."

That's all I know.

- So, why didn't Burgess report him?

- Said he didn't want to draw attention to himself. Just wanted to finish out his parole.

- I think it's a couple of sick freaks comparing notes.

- You think Burgess is Skinner? - Can't count it out.

- But I doubt it. - Good afternoon, Major.

You placed an inquiry on Katie Johanson's file.

- We put a call into the S.A.C. - Right.

That's why I'm here. This is my case.

Care to talk in my office?

- I was the one who took the call the night Katie disappeared.

Her mother cried on my shoulder.

I promised her I would bring Katie home.

I never did.

- It was my last case at the FBI. - A lot of people

have logged hours on this. Skinner covered his tracks.

- Katie got to me. She loved math...

...and science.

- Top of her class. - We'll find her.

- I have no claim to your investigation.

All I'm asking you is to let me help you.

- We're not looking for a pedophile.

- Really. What would you call a guy who keeps a girl captive in a box?

A psychological sadist.

Skinner gets off tormenting minds,

- not bodies. - Did he know her?

- We think Skinner posed online as a teen boy,

found out where she lived.

Kidnapped her violently, locked her up in a windowless,

sound-proofed room. He calls it his Skinner Box.

Uh, the real Skinner,

B.F., was a behavioural psychologist.

He developed a conditioning chamber for experimental

analysis of animal behavior. You know, if Mickey pushes the lever

he gets lunch. If he pushes the button, he gets barbecued.

- 18 months without human contact.

I've seen guys lose it after a month in the hole. - Solitary confinement...

- ...at its most barbaric. - Any leads on Skinner?

- His e-mail to Burgess is the first contact we've had in a year.

- Burgess is our best bet at getting Skinner.

Slade, route his computer through ICS.

Uh, I wouldn't risk it.

Skinner evaded the FBI and Interpol.

We're not talking about some lame swirl-face

tecnho wannabe here. This guy's got skills.

- He's right. We cannot afford to make any mistakes

that will tip him off.

Gray, take Burgess home.

Get him talking to Skinner. Don't let him out of your sight.

Predator.

They make me seem like an animal.

I'm the same as them in every way

except this one small thing. Can't they see that?

If I could cut it out like a tumor...

Save it for your therapist.

Can I do this in private?

No.

It's just,

the kind of things I have to write to get his attention...

- We're not interested in how you do it. Just get him talking.

- He's changed his e-mail.

Perfect.

It's him.

Slade?

He's instant messaging.

Go to VOIP.

- You tip him off, you're a dead man.

- Hello? - Mr. Burgess.

Imagine how surprised I was to receive your e-mail.

I thought you were ignoring me.

- Can you trace Skinner's call? - Uh no!

He's using VOIP, so I should be able

to track his protocol, but he's routing his call

through so many intermediary machines...

Not to be all Eeyore here,

but I wouldn't get my hopes up.

Call's untraceable.

Burgess has to get Skinner to tell him where he's holding her.

- I've been meditating. - But the thoughts

- creep in. - Yes.

Your thoughts are natural.

What you feel isn't wrong.

One day society will wake up and understand.

When I see your girl,

I feel weak.

- She's getting a bit old for you, isn't she?

No, I think she's lovely.

She's...

beautiful and...

...innocent.

She's been very useful.

But her time with me is coming to an end.

- She's still alive. - What do you mean?

- I hate to discard her if there's someone out there

who would appreciate all the hard work I've put into her.

I would love to make her mine.

- I thought you might. But you're not the only one.

I'm auctioning her off to the most

deserving bidder.

You have 48h to impress me.

- How are we gonna impress this guy?

Skinner is a sadist.

He loves to torment his victims.

The more pain he causes you, Glen, the more

- likely he'll keep talking. - So we make Skinner

think he's causing Burgess to relapse.

Yes. He's all about control.

So make him feel like he's in charge.

You have to win.

Mrs. Johanson.

I'm very sorry we haven't found your daughter yet.

But we're very close now.

All I'm asking you is to hang in there

- just a little longer, okay. - I'll hang in there.

Just tell me my girl's alive.

- We have every reason to believe she is.

This is the room we think Katie's in. Do you recognize it?

I don't know this place.

Was she in this picture?

Was Katie in this room?

Answer me. Was she here?

We think so.

- Oh, she must be so scared. - She is a very strong girl.

You made me a promise.

You said that if she was still alive,

you'd find her

and bring her home.

I know.

And I am going to keep that promise.

- You want to bid in my auction? - Yes.

- I've been extremely careful not to compromise my experiment.

I will be equally as careful

in the selection of my subject's new owner.

- Of course. - I'm not sure you're up to this, Glen.

The selection process is rigorous.

She needs me.

I'll do whatever it takes to win her.

- I'm going to send you an image.

And I want you to describe

your feelings towards it.

You have one hour.

You have to eat your broccoli.

You can't eat junk all the time.

Your teeth will fall out.

Don't! I told you!

She's hallucinating.

Katie's brain may compensate

for the lack of stimulation.

- She's creating her own friends.

- I don't think they're all that friendly.

Ah! Put them back!

Put them back in!

Don't look at me. Don't look at me with that mouth!

Stop it!

- She's already so fragile. - Don't touch me!

Get away! Don't touch me!

- What is gonna happen if one of Skinner's creeps

gets to her before we do?

- You see how dirty and unkempt she looks?

- Yeah, she hasn't had a bath in over a year.

- That's really going to narrow the field of bidders.

Most guys I know...

...they fantasize about clean, pretty,

perfect little dolls.

And they want a willing partner.

Willing? She's 12.

They want it to be mutual.

They convince themselves it is.

She's damaged goods.

It's not going to be easy to win her affection after what she's been through.

- And that's going to turn them off.

- Most of them, yes. The others...

- We can use this to our advantage,

play up the rescue fantasy.

[Broken window]

- It's probably one of the neighbors.

Wouldn't be the first time I've had a brick through my window.

- Stay here. Keep writing to Skinner.

Shit!

Any word from Gray?

- It's not like Gray to go dark for this long.

I'll send someone over.

- I thought you were the best. - I am.

- Why don't we know where Skinner is?

You've got his e-mail, voice protocol... why is this so difficult?

- Look. He does not want to be found, okay?

He's made it virtually impossible.

FBI has a guy out of Quantico.

Crazy Larry Linux? Please.

- Cal tech? - Vandals and skateboard punks.

- Microsoft-- - Don't even finish that thought. Look, you could

turn over every circuit board from Palo Alto to Pakistan,

you're not going to find anyone better or faster than me.

I hear you talking,

and all I hear is a guy making excuses.

That was very harsh.

Burgess?

Slade... It's Gray.

- Where are you? - Burgess is gone.

There's blood on the floor, I think someone grabbed him--

- Metro Police just found a body. Caucasian male in his

forties. Three blocks from Burgess's house.

Okay.

Burgess was beaten to death with a brick.

Cops found him in an alley a few blocks from his house.

- One of his neighbors decided to take matters into his own hands.

- If Skinner finds out he's dead, we've lost him.

- We have one day to find Katie. - Burgess was halfway through an e-mail to him.

- Skinner's gonna wonder what happened.

- You take over as Burgess. - What, you, you,

you want me to go undercover as a pedophile.

- If things go our way, it's just till tomorrow.

- Slade, can I talk to you? - Yeah.

- Agent LaGarda's recruited someone to help us with

- tracking Skinner. - Oh man.

No, she's not that good.

- She was good enough to crack ICS.

- She was Mannering's mole. - What?

No.

- We need to bring Katie Johanson home.

Can you focus?

Yeah.

You know Major Kessler?

- You'll be helping Slade track Skinner.

But first I need you to help turn Gray into Burgess.

- Okay. - Let's get at it.

- You're okay? - Yeah. Extraordinary.

- You can't eat junk all the time. Your teeth will fall out.

Don't! I told you!

I'm sorry.

Agent Mannering told me

I was helping out with an internal security test.

Psych expert said she created

a new reality in order to survive.

- It's awful. - Yep.

- I'm sorry you had to find out this way--

- I thought you were here to help. No?

We need a picture of Gray.

You know, faking stuff. You're good at that.

- This is going to be your mug shot.

So, just stand straight and look right at the camera.

Good.

- So you've been living at the reserve? - Yup.

- You ever see Jo's daughter? Dyani?

Not really.

Can you turn your head to the side.

She okay, you think?

She misses her mother.

Yeah.

'Kay. We're done. Thanks.

I know you're upset.

I'm fine.

- Your leg is jackhammering the floor.

You have every right to be pissed.

I didn't tell you at first because

I wanted to surprise you--

- I'm sorry - Surprise?

No, no. A surprise, a surprise is like,

"Hey, hey, I ordered pizza,"

or "Surprise! I signed us up for yoga."

Not "Surprise! I'm lying

and I'm working for the enemy and I'm just being the, the,

the Henson to my muppet."

- You didn't even like me. - That's not true.

You know.

I always wondered what you saw in me.

Now I know. Nothing.

That's so not true.

'Kay, I installed new spyware

to trace all the incoming traffic to this machine.

It'll bounce the info back to ICS. And maybe we'll get lucky.

- So, you and Sally know each other, huh? - What?

Why? Did she say something?

Whatever Sally said or didn't say doesn't

mean anything because nothing she said was true.

Oh, and now

I get to call her.

[Ringing]

Hi. Bug's in. So let's test the voice.

- Go ahead, Gray. Let's hear your best Burgess.

- We have to be damn sure he can't tell the difference.

I can't lose him now.

Perfect. Okay, now hang up.

Get Skinner on the line. I'll be right here.

What happened?

- One of my new neighbors phoned the police.

- And you're just barely settled in.

Does this mean you'll be moving again?

- Not easy finding a place with no kids.

- Maybe you'd like to move in with my subject.

What's the neighborhood like?

Quiet.

- In Canada? - You're getting ahead of yourself.

I have many other interested bidders.

- You know I'd take good care of her.

- I'm sure you would, Glen. But let's see how you stack up

against the others. I'm going to send you a link.

- Where are you going? - Back to the office.

I don't trust her alone in my space.

Invite to a chat room. Sally?

- You're seeing this? - Choose a username and password.

Something that'll appeal to Skinner.

Try "Burrhus" and "Frederic". B-u-r-r-h-u-s,

- Frederic without the "k." - Right. As in Burrhas Fredrick Skinner?

Exactly. Now put message title

"homunculus." It's Latin for "little man". Skinner coined it

to describe human behavior, you know that "little man"

that supposedly resides in all of us. Represents soul, will, self--

- She's got a dark, greebly, phony

- little man inside her. - What did he say?

Nothing. Keep going.

- You all right? - Take a look at this.

Her eleventh birthday.

Her mom give you that?

- Mm-hmm.

She wanted me to know who Katie was.

She didn't want her to end up being just another FBI case number.

If we do find her,

she's going to be a very different girl.

Hi everyone!

- Not much competition in the chat room.

It's down to "Burrhus" and someone who calls himself

"Piaget."

I think I read something about Piaget.

"Jean Piaget

was a developmental psychologist who believed

children were tiny thought sacks."

Well, this Piaget

is doing exactly what we are.

He's appealing to Skinner's ego.

- Is it working? - I can't tell.

But whoever this "Piaget" guy is, he's hard core.

He knows specifically what he's gonna do to her.

How's it going?

- Well, still nothing on Skinner.

But I've got Piaget. Scattering bits and bytes

like bread crumbs to the witch's house.

Spyware picked up his trail. He's using an Internet service provider

- in Scarborough. - 'Kay, let's bring him in.

Moose, Darnell, Call the ISP.

Get "Piaget's" name and address. Pick him up.

Got it.

- That was awesome how fast you tracked him.

Yeah. Um,

oh, yeah, well,

okay. Uh, Anyway.

- Piaget's real name is Craig Gordon. Corporate lawyer.

- His record's clean. - Since when do border cops

arrest Canadian citizens for free expression?

- Since we found child pornography crossing the border.

- Not on me, you didn't. - On your friend.

- Glen Burgess. - Hmm. Don't know him.

- They call him "Burrhus" in the chat rooms.

Ah. Him?

Well, he's a sap with a savior complex.

- We have to speed this up. Katie's got less than 12h.

- We're keeping him busy while Gray works on Skinner.

Sally? What do you think?

Good. Nice balance.

Vulnerable, submissive. Send it.

- As long as Gordon's trapped he can't counter.

See, I'm only here because

our society is so puritanical.

[Cellphone]

Now if I meet a tasty young girl,

what's to stop me from doing what comes naturally?

- I guess everybody's got the right to express an opinion.

- You want to rip my head off right now, don't you?

- I want to know where Skinner is. - Like you don't fantasize

about having some sweet young virgin...

- We're not talking about me here, chief.

Where's Skinner?

- Mr. Gordon's lawyer is here to take him home. He's free to go.

Gentlemen.

We're just gonna let him walk?

- It's all right. We need him on the move.

Gray just lost the bid for Katie.

Skinner picked Gordon.

- We think Gordon may be willing to let Gray watch for a price.

- Gordon knows we're watching him.

- Why would he take the bait? - Skinner bounced

to another chat room. Gordon doesn't think we know about it.

- Let's hope he goes for the offer.

- Tell him it's not up to Skinner anymore.

- Piaget's in charge now. We need to make him feel powerful.

Come on...

- He went for it. - 'Kay, we're on.

- Gray's heading northwest, just past Bruce Mines.

- Katie's in Canada. - We don't know that yet.

Gordon could be leading us on a wild goose chase.

- If Gordon is serious about getting Katie, he doesn't have much time.

Skinner is terminating the experiment tonight. - I'll call you back.

- Okay, so I scanned all of Burgess's incoming and outgoing network traffic.

Then I scanned all of Gordon's, I was looking for a match.

- Slade. Did you find Skinner? - Yeah. Yeah, yes, yes, I mean, if he's still

sitting in front of his computer watching the feed from his Skinner Box, then, yes.

- Are you kidding? He would never miss the final stage of his experiment.

- Where is he? - Uh, The Soo. U.S. side. - Sault Ste. Marie.

- Plane is standing by. - Good work.

- Sally's running a background. She'll brief you on the way.

I rule! I RULE!

- Get out of the car! Out of the car!

Arms up against the car. Spread your legs.

Gray's not moving.

- Where is he? - Off Highway 17/Trans Canada.

Just outside Sault Ste. Marie.

Okay, turn around.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Relax.

I just want to make sure you're not planning anything stupid. Get your arms up.

Good.

You know, your mug shot doesn't do you justice, Glen.

It's getting late, huh.

- Well, well. Anxious are we? Pay up.

- You should be able to buy Katie anything she wants, huh. - Don't you worry.

I got big plans for my little girl.

Lock your car. We'll take mine.

- Skinner's real name is Steven Trafford.

- Who is he? - He's a retired police officer from Akron, Ohio. Now lives

- in Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan. - Does he have a record?

- Not even a parking ticket. But here's where it gets interesting.

He has a Nexus pass. He crosses the border

- from his Soo to ours every day. - Why?

- He's building maintenance at a shuttered plastics factory.

And check this out.

None of these rooms in the middle have windows.

No shortage of Skinner Boxes.

Are we ready?

- Skinner gave me the key. - What is this place?

- I don't know. He just gave me the address.

- Hey, so what are you going to say to her?

- I wasn't planning on doing a lot of talking.

- Yeah, well, you should be nice to her.

You know, reassure her.

She hasn't seen anyone in over a year. She might be scared.

That is the point.

- You should try and calm her down...

...then she'll go with you easier.

- Who says I'm going to take her anywhere?

I've got all the privacy I need right here.

Your ticket gets you into the fair,

but only I get to ride.

Hello, Katie.

Get out!

Katie said you'd never find me.

But I knew you'd come.

You've been waiting for me,

haven't you, baby?

- You're going to take me home to my mom now, right?

No, no, no.

We're not gonna go anywhere.

- You're mine now, Katie. - I'm not Katie.

You can be

whoever you want.

- No! - What are you--

- Don't move. - Hands behind your back.

Katie. Katie, my name is Gray.

I'm a police officer. I'm here to help you, okay.

We're gonna get you out of here. We're gonna get you to your mom.

- Katie? - You stay away from us!

Get out of our house, now! Get out!

Whatever you think,

I wasn't pretending to care about you.

- How am I su--

...How am I supposed to process that information?

Store it.

Delete it. It's up to you.

- Doctor says it's gonna be a long road back.

You got her out of there.

- I told myself I transferred to Homeland Security

to protect my country from terrorists.

Maybe I just couldn't face another case like this.

FBI's loss.