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- Your behaviour has become erratic.

Leave Vlatko Radman alone.

- [Gunshot] - [Mike]: Previously on The Border...

I did not shoot Radman.

Someone else was up on that roof.

What do you want me to do?

- I want you to decide whether your true loyalty

lies with your country

or with Mike Kessler!

- What do you think? Darnell's talking to CSIS?

- Is he? - No! No way!

- He's already frozen you out. Where else are you gonna go?

- Did you know he had access to CSIS?

- Looks like there's a lot we don't know about Darnell.

[Chatter and reggae music]

- I heard it's, like, totally high grade, right?

Primo heroin. Shit's like, a cut above. - Yeah, it came in from Africa.

- Yeah? - Whoever brought it in didn't fill out their customs forms.

[Reggae music]

That's them.

Middle one's the man, other two's muscle.

- You sure? - Can I have my money now?

Do you need anything else? I could show you some other guys.

- No, not today, kid. We're, we're not street level on this.

We're just after the big fish. You'll have to talk to the cops.

Now look, get yourself something to eat with this, okay?

A sandwich or something.

- I will. - Ricki. Promise me.

I promise.

[Chatter and reggae music]

[Beeping]

The buyer's made contact.

And the product shows up right on cue.

Darnell? Second position.

[Reggae music]

'Kay folks, this is it.

[Muffled reggae music]

- There's our boy. Whoever's in the car is the seller.

- Wait for it. We need to see the exchange.

- [Background conversation] - [Man]: Very nice indeed.

I like your style, sir. BMW?

- Classy... - Hey, you got a light?

- Anybody got a light? - What the hell is she doing?

- Son of a... - Your light.

- 'Kay, there it is! That's it, let's go! Let's move!

- [Man]: Go, go, go, go, go, move! - [Woman]: Shit! Oh, my God!

[Gunshots]

- [Man]: No, no, no! Wait! - ICS!

[Tires screeching]

- Stop! ICS! Stop! - [Gunshots]

- 10-64! Agent down! Agent down! - Darnell?

Shit!

♪

- This guy is importing massive amounts of heroin

and you let him slip through your fingers?

- We got one of the buyers.

Let's go. Come on.

This way.

Who's the woman?

- She was with one of the suppliers.

- She might be connected. - And Darnell?

- Got the wind knocked out of him.

He's at emerg, waiting for some X-rays.

- Look, there's been a misunderstanding.

- I don't know any of those men. - Why were you talking to them?

They invited me for a drink.

Honestly, I met them half an hour beforehand.

I'm here on business, you understand!

I have nothing to do with any drugs!

My God, if I had any idea... I have a fiancé.

If Richard finds out about this...

- [Moose]: Our friends at 14 Division

tell us you're running a package out of Parkdale.

You got the whole southwest side covered.

- I ain't saying shit to you, man!

You seem under the impression

that you got rights here.

- Your hotel was downtown. How'd you get to Bloor West?

The cabbie suggested it.

I like to dance. I was looking for something different.

Something not quite so... Toronto.

Hm!

Oh, my God!

Who is this man?

- I don't know. - You don't know his name?

- Yeah, I know how it looks, but you have to believe me.

I was puddled. And I'd had way too much vodka and...

I like to flirt. I knew him for all of 20 minutes.

- Reaching out to a new supplier?

The Vietnamese aren't gonna like that.

- We gonna have a new war? Is that what this is about?

- I said I ain't talking, asshole.

- You're about this far from getting your mouth washed out,

and I don't use soap.

Yeah, it's true, he doesn't.

- Why'd you follow him into the alley?

- I wasn't! I was going for a cigarette.

I had no idea. I'm not a criminal.

I'm just bloody stupid.

- You just sit tight for a moment, okay?

- Hey, I want to make a phone call!

Where're you go... Hey! I want to make a phone call!

[Door opening and closing shut]

- She could've just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

- Wrong nightclub, wrong table,

wrong moment to go for a cigarette...

It happens.

Put her in a cell.

Let's see if her story holds up in the morning.

[Siren sounding in the background]

- [Slade]: We know very little about these bad guys.

- Next to nothing, really. - [Typing and electronic noises]

No names, no entry records, no face match on any of the databases...

- What did you find on the woman? - Abi Mitchell.

From Liverpool. She works at Lloyds.

She comes here once a month for meetings.

She's incredibly normal. Abnormally normal.

Which, in itself, is actually kind of suspicious.

Also, she's a Brit and she has good teeth, so that's not right.

- Well, what about the car? - Hm! The beamer. Yes.

- A tiny little raisin in a big bowl of disappointment... - [Electronic noises]

The plate's registered to a Martin Kiang.

- I got the address. - You two check it out.

Moose, go back to your informant.

- I don't think Ricki could tell us anymore.

- Do it anyway. Let's try to run this tighter than last night.

[Electronic noises]

Keep digging.

- [Slade]: Oh, by the way, um,

speaking of digging, uh,

turning over rocks, uncovering secrets, um, I was...

- How's Darnell? - He's fine.

- Good. I was, it's just, I worry about him.

Any time a member of our team gets hurt, it's uh...

He... he's still a member of our...?

You know what? I'm gonna keep digging.

- Hey, beautiful. I'm looking for Ricki.

- She's in her room. You have any for me?

Uh, next time.

Ricki? Hey, it's Moose.

Ah...

[Siren sounding]

This wasn't an O.D.

What was it?

- See the rash, here? Also on her arms.

Some kind of virus?

- We found toxins in her bloodstream.

- It's called a hot shot. It's poisoned heroin.

So it's revenge killing?

- Gang members found out she was informing on them?

- That's what I thought. But thing is, Ricki's not the only body.

Three more DOAs came in, all within the last two hours.

All with the same markings.

- I think we've got ourselves a funky package. This could get bad.

How bad?

- Stuff's toxic. So there's hundreds of addicts all over the city.

This shit is everywhere.

[Phone ringing in the background]

- Metro Drug Squad is setting up a joint task force.

We'll coordinate with Homicide, Public Health, RCMP.

We're looking for a pattern.

Determine how the drugs are getting into the country and stop it.

- Did you find the beamer? - [Gray]: Dead end.

- Yeah, same model, same colour even.

- And no plates. Owner hadn't realized they'd been stolen. - I got something.

Database, Toronto General.

"Patient confidentiality is important..." Pff! Not to me!

- What is it? - Blood work, just came in.

Toxins are a match for the DOAs but this one is...

Yes! We got a live one! Live junkie. We have a live junkie.

Name's Henry... Kwala. He's in isolation.

Gray, Layla, get over there.

Maggie, let's get Abi Mitchell back in the room.

Got it.

- I demand to call the British High Commission!

- [Mike]: As soon as we're satisfied--

- I demand to call my solicitor, not to mention my family!

- My God, are we in the 3rd World? - I need to be sure your story--

- Well, I'm not saying anything more, you understand me?

Not one word until I can make a phone call!

This is totally outrageous!

- Let's take this from the top. Why are you in Canada?

You'll find I'm very patient.

I told you. For work!

- [Monitor beeping slowly] - Henry Kwala. Twelve years old.

- He's in a coma. - Twelve?

- [Layla]: Is that his sister? - A friend, she says.

I'll tell you what else: I don't think this kid's a user.

No tracks, no dope in his bloodstream. - How'd he get poisoned?

- I checked him against the DOAs. Different manifestation.

He's got...

respiratory failure, partial paralysis.

I think he inhaled the toxins.

He's also got contact lesions on his hands,

so he may have handled them as well.

- Are we okay to go in there? - Sure. And one more thing.

Kid has no health card. Looks like he's illegal.

[Message sounding from the overhead paging system]

It's okay. We're with ICS.

- Immigration Customs Security. What's your name?

- Akila Megembe. - You're a friend of his?

- We're not here to deport him. - He lives with us.

- He works for my father. - Yeah, he's been exposed to a toxic substance.

- Do you know if Henry uses drugs? - No, of course not!

He just became sick, it was out of nowhere.

What does your father do?

- He has a shop. He sells flowers.

- Yeah, your friend here must have come in contact with the drug from somewhere.

- Could he be working-- - No.

- As a courier maybe cutting for a dealer-- - It is impossible!

- You ever seen him hanging around-- - I said, it's impossible!

- Let me do this. Just give us a sec.

- The hospital doesn't want him here.

They say, when he is stable, he will be deported.

- I want you to contact me if Henry comes out of his coma.

Okay?

Akila?

Call this woman. She's a lawyer.

She can help him.

- I'm starting to think she's telling the truth.

[Maggie]: She's too still.

For someone under that much stress...

- Have you spotted any tells? - Nah, that's just it.

- Less eye contact, touching her face with her hands...

She's doing everything right.

She's note perfect.

- [Mike]: You're saying she knows how to lie.

Hmm.

Even her fidgeting seems calculated.

- I need a reason to hold this woman.

Everybody's got something.

Unpaid parking tickets, or a late video charge,

or they belong to the Michael Bublé fan club, right?

Well, this woman is pristine.

I mean, everything about her screams false.

But I, I, I just can't... prove it.

We are closed.

- Come back tomorrow. - Immigration and Customs Security.

- It'll just take a second. - No, no, he does not work here.

- Are you sure? Henry Kwala. - I don't know this person. I never met him.

- Your daughter told us he worked here.

- Well, it's not true. She is mistaken.

- Yeah? What's back here? - Nothing.

- This boy, Henry, he's extremely sick. He's in a coma.

- Were you aware of that? - No.

- Someone's been importing toxic drugs. We think it's possible--

- I know nothing about any drugs!

Look, my daughter told you a story to help her friend. It has nothing to do with me.

- Where do your flowers come from?

- Ontario mostly. Some from South America.

- Africa? - Sometimes. Not really.

- We can come back here with a warrant.

The flowers are shipped in these containers?

- You must leave now, okay?

I am closed. Please, you have to go.

- He's lying. - You think the heroin's coming in with the flowers?

- Yeah. Could've sprung a leak in transit.

Maybe the boy picked up some residue when he unpacked them.

[Vehicle honking in the background]

- I feel bad for his daughter.

- She has no idea. - [Van engine starting]

Don't be so sure.

- You don't trust anyone, do you?

- That's a hell of a way to live. - Yeah. I get by.

- I looked under every stone.

I went back three generations.

I got nothing.

- Let's get her out of her cell.

[Traffic sounds]

- [Siren in the background] - Ten o'clock, you see him?

I got him.

[Camera clicking]

- He looks pretty upset. - So do they.

- [Layla]: That guy on the right,

the big one, he looks familiar to you?

- It's the guy from the nightclub, the supplier.

Let's go.

- Meeting's breaking up. - That way. Go. Go!

ICS! Stop!

[Struggling moans]

- I don't believe your story, Ms. Mitchell.

But I can't hold you any longer without cause.

- You're free to go. We called you a cab.

- We're not completely uncivilized.

- I'll be making an official complaint.

I have no intention of lett--

[Scoffs] You won't get away with this.

Hello, Charlotte.

Is that your name today?

Hello, Darnell.

- You know this woman? - We worked together.

Where?

- In Africa. She's an agent.

- Her name is-- - Charlotte Bates.

Of Her Majesty's Secret Intelligence Service.

- She didn't break her cover. We had no idea.

- [Holland]: Yes, it was news to the Minister as well.

Officially she's not even in the country.

You're going to have to follow protocol and let her go.

- I'd like to know what the hell she's up to first.

- Well, good luck with that, Major.

British Intelligence isn't fond of sharing.

[Birdsong]

- Who was in the car? Who are you working with?

- How are the drugs coming into the country?

Where are they coming from?

You realize you're looking at multiple counts of manslaughter here?

That adds up to a nice long stretch of jail time.

You up for that, bud?

- Unless, of course, you help us.

- Let's take this from the top.

Who you're working with?

Who was in the car?

- What you have stumbled upon in your-- ha!

enthusiasm, Major,

is a brand new player in the international drug trade.

Their product comes in

from East Africa, primarily Kenya.

They're already well established in Western Europe

and are in the process of setting up distribution networks

- throughout North America. - Why didn't you tell me?

- Because I wasn't sure if I could trust you.

I'm still not sure.

We have your friend.

- Philip Angara. I'm afraid he's useless, sorry.

He's muscle. Thick as two short planks.

The flower man on your left is the pipeline.

The product comes in with his flower shipments.

He's strictly bottom rung. So far, you're...

oh for two.

What about this man?

Any progress?

No? Hm... I'm going to give you something for free, Major.

In the spirit of international cooperation.

May I?

- Hey, hey! Back off, Emma Peel!

But...

Is that...

- That's MI-6. - Slade.

- [Electronic noises] - This is your target.

Chiumba Obuya-- Regional Manager, as it were,

of East Africa Heroin Inc.

He's in town to personally set up distribution.

I tracked him here from Amsterdam.

He's quite the slippery fellow.

He was in the car?

Yeah, I was so close.

And then along came the keystone cops.

What about the toxins?

I'm sorry?

The poison.

You don't know about that?

The latest package was toxic.

- To date we have eleven-- - [Slade]: Twelve now.

- [Electronic noises] - Twelve dead.

- Some cock-up in Kenya.

They refine it locally.

Conditions are primitive to say the least.

This Obuya...

Is he still in town?

Ms. Bates.

- I've given you his name and his photo.

What more could you possibly need? - Continued cooperation.

- [Wry laugh] Tempting.

You are rather appealing.

But I prefer to work alone.

It's been a pleasure, Major.

Nice to see you again, Darnell.

I, uh...

I saw you in action last night.

I do hope you're not losing your touch.

You okay?

- Charlotte Bates can't be trusted.

- Why not? - She, uh...

almost got me killed once.

Let's just say she plays by her own rules.

- You'd know all about that.

- Alright, let's get this done. Samples of the flowers, swab the counters...

And don't forget to check the drain.

[Background chatter]

- No Megembe. The flower man has left the greenhouse.

[Message sounding from the overhead paging system]

- Where the hell did she come from?

- We've got eyes on Megembe. He's at the hospital.

- What are you doing here? - The boy needs an advocate.

He's in a coma and the hospital wants him gone. Can I help you?

- We're here for Akila's father. - Why?

- He's been importing poisoned heroin. If you could stay out here, please? Mr. Megembe.

- You'll have to come with us. - What are you doing?

I assume you've got evidence?

- You're under arrest for importing narcotics under Section 6

of the Controlled Drug and substance racket. - What? There's been a mistake!

- It's okay, Akila. - That's impossible!

Alright. Let's go.

- Do not worry. - Please, do something!

- It's alright. I'll follow him to ICS.

- Your father's in trouble, Akila. He's been importing heroin.

We believe it's how Henry became sick.

Does he unpack the containers? Is that part of his job? - [Yvonne]: Akila...

- You don't have to answer that. - My father would never do this.

- He is a good man! - I know.

[Megembe]: I am innocent.

I have done nothing at all.

What've you got?

- We found traces of the toxic heroin

on the flowers, in the containers,

and around the drains.

We have enough to charge you right now

with trafficking and multiple counts of manslaughter.

- But? - We're prepared to talk.

We're prepared to listen.

[Mike]: You lead us to him,

to Obuya, and we'll do what we can.

- I don't know him. I've never met him. - Mr. Megembe...

- You need to tell us the truth. - I am telling you the truth.

- You lied about the boy and-- - That's because you wish to deport him!

- We're not after Henry. We are after this man!

I told you! I do not know him!

- Any offer we have to make will not stay on the table for long.

Can we talk?

Look, just give me some time.

- I think he's terrified. - He's been smuggling heroin.

Allegedly, Mike.

And it's possible this Obuya

hasn't given him a choice.

Now just, um, just let me talk to him.

[Mike sighing]

You don't have to do this.

- I just want to make sure you get in okay.

Should that be open? Stay here.

[Siren sounding in the background]

[Akila gasps]

That word, what does it say?

It's Swahili. Ogopa.

It means: "Be Afraid."

[Crying]

- It's a goat's heart. In your apartment.

Akila. Is she...

- Your daughter's fine. We have an agent on her.

Mr. Megembe, you need to start talking.

- It's a message, from Obuya.

To remind me.

He told me,

if I don't obey...

he will kill my daughter.

- Immunity from prosecution,

protection for Akila, and citizenship for Henry.

And in return?

- I will bring you to Obuya.

How?

- He will call me today on my mobile.

A shipment is arriving tomorrow.

He will let me know at what time to have it ready.

He picks it up in person?

He comes to the shop?

Always in person.

He trusts no one.

No immunity.

We can recommend clemency, that's it.

Protection for the daughter, visa for the boy.

- Mm... [Breathing with difficulty]

- A goat's heart. For when you just can't say it with flowers.

- What if Obuya knows we made him? - He'll take the risk.

He's not gonna walk away from 200-grand worth of product.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Hey, keep him talking as long as you can.

Hello?

[Obuya]: Did you get the gift

I left for you?

Yes, thank you.

I appreciate the sentiment.

Where are you right now?

In the shop.

I am in the shop. What can I do for you?

[Soft beeps]

Are you there?

Sir, are you there?

I'm making a change, Wilson.

I will pick up my flowers at the market tomorrow.

- Uh, can I ask... the flowers, they're not healthy.

- These ones will be fresh. Don't worry.

They are okay.

I'll see you at the market.

Two o'clock.

[System beeping]

Ah, damn!

The market?

- I have a stall, on Saturday.

Excuse me. You have a visitor.

- I thought you worked alone.

I do.

- So this is what? A social call?

- I see you have the flower man.

Well done. Have you managed to turn him?

- Are you asking me to share information?

- I imagine there's to be a meeting of some kind.

Do you have a location?

[Car starting in the background]

Michael, I already witnessed you bungling one op.

I'm only trying to save you a second humiliation.

That's generous of you.

- I have something for you.

A present.

A complete dossier on Chiumba Obuya.

His activities in Kenya.

The location of his poppy fields, refining plants,

what growers are involved in the pipeline...

All of which you're gonna need to know, because of course, once you get him,

you're gonna need to be able to keep him.

Ah-ah... Ha!

The location?

- Tell you what. Once we get him...

I'll give you a call.

- Oh, you can call me any time.

Catch.

- We'll protect your father, Akila. Try not to worry.

- Henry's mother... She was my father's friend.

He made a promise to her. He would look after Henry.

He would keep him safe.

Henry has no one else.

I want to see my father.

Can I see him?

- Grade 5 book report. Pure Wikipedia. Eh...

Meanwhile, I did some actual research.

Now, I'm not what you'd call

a fan of chemistry, per se.

Yeah, there was an unfortunate high school incident

involving a beaker of acid and my favourite pants.

- Brown pants, cords actually-- - What've you got?

- Exhibit A. Dimethyl bipyridinium dichloride.

It's a viologen, a systemic herbicide, used in the past by the Kenyan government to...

eradicate poppies!

And...

It's almost identical

to the toxic chemical found in the heroin.

They bio-engineered the molecule.

Change a couple of letters... and now you have a new compound,

one that is ultra-lethal to humans.

'Kay, now, exhibit B.

A dead junkie.

Just like all the other dead junkies.

- [Electronic noises] - Right...

[Sighs] Identical symptoms.

Massive respiratory failure,

skin rash,

shut-down of internal organs...

Except for one tiny detail, Mike.

This one didn't kick off in the GTA.

Photo was taken five weeks ago...

in a rural hospital outside Nairobi.

The MSF claim that over 100 deaths

were covered up by the Kenyan Interior Ministry.

Do you want to know what the kicker is?

These are not heroin addicts.

These are agricultural labourers,

all of whom worked in known poppy fields.

- The Kenyans have been spraying their poppies.

- And, in the process, contaminating the heroin.

And killing their workers.

- [Akila]: How could you do this to us?

These men are drug dealers!

- They're monsters! - I'm sorry, Akila.

- You have thrown everything away!

My life, Henry's life.

Forgive me. I...

I did not wish to hurt him, or you.

I'm so sorry.

Poppa!

Why are you doing this?

[Crying]

- Why doesn't he tell her the truth?

They threatened to kill her.

- He wants to save her the worry. She's his daughter.

He doesn't want her to live in fear.

- Boat may have sailed on that one.

- [Mike]: We'll be setting up on the north side of Front Street.

The market's located outside the north building.

The stalls form a corridor

that wrap around the southwest corner extending north into the courtyard.

Three possible access routes.

We'll have a team at each end,

and here to the north.

Megembe's stall is at this end, here.

This is where we expect the meet to take place.

He'll have the product in a black duffel bag on the ground,

under the table. Obuya will have his guys with him,

so minimum three targets.

And it's a public area.

That means loud verbals...

- The mic's got a range of three or four feet, so try and stay close.

- Yes, okay. - You're gonna be fine.

- Just keep breathing. - And try not to sweat.

- [Radio static] - What the frack?

- What's wrong? - Shh! Shh!

- [Radio static] - It's interference.

- It's like there's another... - [Radio static]

Wow! Is it dusty in here!

When was the last time the cleaners were in?

- [Darnell]: That flash key Charlotte gave you.

Double duty.

Pop this end open...

Like I said, she plays by her own rules.

- I want them to sweep the entire building.

- We're on it. - Every paperclip.

[Metal detector scanning]

- He's out. He's loading the van.

- [Vendor 1]: Fresh berries! $1.99. $1.99.

[Background chatter]

[Siren and chatter in the background]

[Cell phone ringing]

- [Vendor 2]: Get your vegetables here!

[Background chatter]

[Tension music]

- Okay, Wilson. - I have the bag right here.

Wait. Look at me.

Are you being careful?

Yes.

Be careful, Wilson.

Flowers are very

delicate.

Especially the young ones.

They are easily crushed.

Okay, give me the bag.

- ICS! Get on the ground! - [Moose]: Federal agents! Get down!

- Don't do it! - Get on the ground!

Move! Easy...

- Easy... Okay, easy... Easy. - [Gunshot]

- Shit! - Shot fired!

[Moaning]

What the hell?

- We've got a third-party shooter!

- That way. See what you can find.

We need help here!

[Moaning]

Got caught in the gunfire. One of the bodyguards.

Goddamn it.

- Please... tell my daughter... - Don't talk.

Tell her I'm sorry.

[Siren in the background]

[Siren stopping]

[Siren and radio conversation in the background]

What do you think?

If you were the shooter, where would you set up?

[Radio conversation in the background]

- You got something to say to me? - Come with me.

[Background chatter]

[Vehicle honking in the background]

Slade traced the doctored security tape.

I know you shot Vlatko Radman.

- Are you making a formal accusation?

- Who do you work for, Darnell?

- ICS. - Who else?

- You weren't thinking clearly up on that roof.

Your emotions took over, you weren't even covering your tracks.

Not from you, anyway.

- If you'd pulled that trigger, you'd never let it go.

You're a soldier.

Trained to kill inside the lines.

- So, you were protecting me?

- If you went down, so would the Squad.

- And CSIS had nothing to do with this?

- I acted alone for the good of my country.

That's my training.

Like Charlotte Bates.

- I think you'll find there's nobody quite like Charlotte.

- You sure you don't want me to...?

It's okay. I'll do it.

♪

- Boss, can I show you something?

Last piece of the puzzle.

I took a little walk through the Kenyan Government network.

Their security protocols are total Donkey Kong!

- [Electronic noises] - The herbicide I showed you...

it was manufactured by a British agrichemical.

Which has contracts with the British Government...

- Which initiated the spraying program in Kenya.

Yeah. Joint venture.

So, if I was the British Foreign Secretary, and my government

was responsible for the death of hundreds of Kenyans,

and there was a drug smuggler out there who could blow the whistle...

- You'd want to tie up some loose ends.

[Keys clinking down on the table]

Did you pick the lock or bribe the doorman?

- [Charlotte]: I'm sorry about the flower man.

I've added him to my list.

Of?

- People I should pray for...

Should I ever start to pray.

What do you want, Charlotte?