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- Previously onThe Border...
- Got plans?

- I mean, tonight?
- Got some stuff to finish here.

- Sure.
- My mini-bar's got club soda.

- Next round's on me?
- Are you flirting with me?

- [Knocking at the door]
- Washington wants to start Cold War all over again.

Unified borders,
harmonized military,

and to hell with
Canadian sovereignty.

- I hope you're serious
about refusing to negotiate. - This is the real world.

- Nothing's off the table.
- Politicians...

- Huh. Dude with the beard?
That's the premier of Quebec.

- I don't see anyone
and neither do you.

- This is the one photo
we have of Raymond Cloutard

in the RCMP files.

Taken 1968, age 20.

We've worked up
an age composite,

and flashed it to all
frontline border personnel.

- Obviously emphasizing on the
Vermont and New York crossings.

Based on where
the letters were mailed,

we're saying Vermont is
the most likely point of entry.

- It would help if we
could see the letters.

- Of course.
There are three, so far.

- They already checked
for fingerprints,

- fibers, whatever they do.
- There's nothing.

- Death threats in all three?
- The last two.

The third letter he says
he's coming for me. Right away.

- Pathetic government
performing 1001 acrobatics...

Capitalist Anglo,
blah blah blah...

- Certainly sounds like the FLQ.
- It's a nightmare.

I have a minority government,

and support for Quebec
separatism is on the rise again.

The last Fête nationale,

there was a little problem, and
he had to send in the police.

- I was just trying
to stop some hooligans.

This cannot come out. If you
catch him, there'll be sympathy.

If he dies, he's a martyr,
and if you don't catch him--

- It's a lose-lose situation
for you. I understand.

- Letters purporting
to be from the FLQ

were sent to papers
in Quebec last year.

- Language here is different.
I don't think they're connected.

- Raymond Cloutard is a bomb
maker. He fled Canada in 1969,

before the October Crisis.
Why is he resurfacing now?

I don't know. I don't know.

- Mr. Premier,
"reste tranquille."

We will catch him.
Nothing will stand in the way.

[Siren and chatter
in the background]

[Honking]

Hey, Gordo, we're on the job!

- Passports.
- What?!

Come on. You're not serious?

- Are you, uh,
bringing in any fruits,

vegetables, dairy or meat?

- No, just axes and hoses.
You know, for firefighting.

- What's next -- a strip search?
- I'm just doing my job.

[Clearing his throat]

No way you're copping a feel.

- Welcome to Canada.
You guys can go.

- [Ladder 1, 10-71.]

[We got a lot of heat here.
Advise on your 20.]

- 4-16, copy.

- [10-71. Structure is 2-W.]
- The roof just collapsed.

- [Ladder 1, might as well
take your time.]

Nice work, G!

[Siren sounding]

[Honking]

♪♪♪

- [Knocking at the door]
- It's open.

It's just me.

Thought I'd stop by
for the tour.

Wow, Dad.

This place is really -- brown.

Not bad. It's just...

brown.

- Still a lot to do.
Aren't you late for class?

- Tutorial. Total snooze.
I'm like 3 chapters ahead.

We have got to
soften this place up

or you are never gonna
get a lady back here.

Already? With all
the boxes and everything?

I guess this means

you and Mom really aren't
getting back together.

Relax. I'm kidding.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Kessler.
- [Fleischer's office called.]

- [She wants an audience at 9:30.]
- Anything else?

- Bit of a to-do at one of the
Vermont crossings this morning.

- Cloutard?
- [Overzealous border guard.]

Didn't let a fire truck through.

A house burned to the ground.
Locals are pretty upset.

- Okay, we can't afford a
sideshow. Let's tamp this down.

- Okay, I got Moose
and... Layla.

- [Send them now.]
- Got it.

Guest room's kind of dark.

- I was thinking of
making that my study.

- We all have
dreams, Dad.

- I'll make sure there's a bed
in there by tomorrow.

- All right, I will be back
later with some stuff.

[Whispering]: Brown?

[Background chatter]

Oh yeah, this is secure.

- Not much to look at, is it?
- No.

- Officer McGee?
- Yeah. Just hang on.

- Whoa. What's the
other guy look like?

Ah, I wish I knew.

- I'm Sergeant Hourani. This is
Detective Sergeant Lepinsky.

We're with ICS.

Oh, uh, I'm Gordo.

- Uh, hang on. Let me.
- Thanks.

You guys here about
the fire truck? - Not exactly.

Did you get the alert
on Raymond Cloutard? - Yeah. Sure.

Well, he didn't do it.

- Who was it?
- Uh, I didn't see him.

- He blind-sided me.
- Trying to run the border? - No, no. It wasn't like that.

- What was it like?
- They don't get that I don't make the rules.

They got this whole "longest
undefended border" thing

in their heads and
those days are over.

- So this guy who took a poke
at you, he just doesn't get it?

- You don't need a whole lotta
reason to wanna punch Gordo.

Nice head.

- Uh, ma'am, we're with the--
- I know who you are.

Yes, sir. We love border police
here, don't we, Gordo?

Maxine's the Mayor.

Why don't you walk with me?

I'll show you everything your
big security crackdown bought.

Are you going to be okay?

- Yeah. I got a hard head.
[Both laughing]

- I'm not feeling a lot
of confidence in Gordo.

- Leave the car.
Walking's easier.

- Play it out. Might be helpful.
- And don't be looking for a warm welcome.

You kinda made our
lives a living hell.

Good to know.

[Phone ringing
in the background]

Agent LaGarda.

Major.

Official complaint

from the Fire Brigade
of Hopkins Hollow, Vermont.

Now don't get me wrong. It
makes for a nice change of pace.

Canadians actually
turning someone away.

- They have you chasing
fire trucks now?

- I don't like it
any more than you do.

- I've got something
you can help with.

- Cat get caught in a tree?
Or did someone get in trouble for saying "sorry" too much?

Confidentially?

A terrorist.

A Canadian terrorist.

An expert tried to remove a bomb
from a Westmount mailbox.

He wore no protective clothing

on his last bomb
disposal mission. [Boom!]

Whoa!

- An explosion
maiming him for life.

A combined police
antiterrorist squad... - You know what's going on?

- Sure. Yeah, in school they
taught us all about this stuff.

The FLQ, the War Measures Act,
the tanks in the streets...

- That was later. There were
200 separate crimes.

It was a fearful time.

- Okay...
[Video in the background]

- My mom and I were
visiting my aunt.

We were all crammed
into this tiny apartment on the Plateau in Montreal.

One morning there's a bang.
Wasn't even that loud.

Police blocked the street
off, and all I saw was

one green shoe and a
pair of black eyeglasses.

- How old were you?
- Old enough.

Cloutard was
a part of that.

[Video in the background]

He's a homegrown
terrorist.

He never paid
for what he did.

And now he wants
to do it again.

- I get it. I mean,
we'll get him.

- [Video]: The FLQ had switched
strategy and targets.

They were now bombing
to kill, and despite

increased police surveillance,
no one was ever really safe.

The FLQ bombed the Liberal--

- [Moose]: So it's one town
in two countries?

- Technically, two towns.
Hopkins Hollow, Vermont, and Townshend, Quebec.

Border wasn't even surveyed
'til the 20s.

That's when they found out
it went through homes, backyards, streets...

- So, why was the fire truck
coming from the U.S. to Canada?

- Are you kidding? For years the
doctor was in Canada, and the drugstore was in Vermont.

[Train horn sounding]

People would cross the border
four, five times a day.

They'd just wave you through.
[Kids laughing]

Jean-Marc! Peter!

You boys know better than that.

Uh-uh. You go check in
at the American booth.

Come on! You know the rules.

See? Town worked fine.

- What changed?
- 9/11.

Give the boy a cracker!

Sensors in the roads,
patrols, suddenly not enough.

Three roads cross the border,
and the U.S. blocked two.

Gordo and the fire truck
is just the last straw.

- Yeah, but that still doesn't
merit roughing up the local border guard.

- Dig a little deeper. You might
not see it so black and white. - What do you mean by that?

Follow me.

- We got a town where a
terrorist can hop a fence, run through a backyard,

skateboard across the
border anytime he wants!

- Cloutard tries to cross here,
we're in trouble. - Jesus!

- How goes the
Premiers' meeting?

- There's an air vent
right above my chair.

Freezing my ass off is the only
thing keeping me awake.

Occupational hazard.

- And someone really should
tell the Manitoba Premier

that comb-overs died in 1980.

What can I do for you?

Well, I wasn't entirely honest

about why I brought
Premier Belanger to you.

My border security package
is hopelessly stalled, Mike.

Trying to get an agreement
on photo IDs,

welfare records...

- They are provincial
responsibilities.

- Any one of the Premiers sinks
it, and we're back to square one with the Americans screaming.

- Let me guess.
Belanger is the big hold-out.

He represents

a nation within a nation.

- But a couple of death threats,
and suddenly he's malleable.

A favor?

When you catch Cloutard,

keep him under wraps.

- Until Belanger
signs your deal.

- Enjoy the air conditioning.
- I will.

[Rock music]

- There's a bar
on the border?

Sounds like your kind of town.

- [Moose sighing and chuckling]
- Screw the road.

Cloutard can grab a beer, cross
the border to go to the can,

and then kill Belanger
before the buzz wears off.

- This gets better and better.
- Hi, can I take your order? - I'll have a club soda, please.

Club soda?

Yeah, sure.

- How' you doing?
- You know. Bummed out.

This is Penny.

Her boyfriend's house
burned down this morning.

- I'm sorry. It was
an unfortunate accident.

- No, it wasn't
an accident.

Gordo's going to get
what's coming to him.

- Penny here, and Gordo,
they were married, for what,

- two weeks?
- Goddamn Gordo.

He let my Karl's house burn down

out of spite, okay?

[Background music,
laughter and chatter]

Boss! This, this is big!

What have you got?

- Quebec Premier's office
got another threat. This one, by email.

- You trace the IP?
- Did I trace the-- Does a sine wave retain its amplitude

when added to another
of the same frequency? Answer's yes, by the way.

- Slade.
- Point is, like any good acoustic signature,

that IP is unique,
and it just happens to originate

in a bar in, yes,

Hopkins Hollow, Vermont.

- Thank you.
[Background chatter]

Yep, okay.

Slade got a trace on
an email threat on Belanger.

Cloutard was right here, so I
think we should stay at the bar,

and just see what pops.

- Nobody will talk to us, here.
This Gordo's a liar. I say we work him.

- Well, you know, good, bad, or
indifferent, he's on our team.

So I think we should
just muscle the crowd. - The big blue wall?

- Please.
- Look, when you've been on the job a couple more years, honey--

- Okay. I'm leaving
now. Keys, honey.

- I'll just stay here
and work the lead, then.

Perfect. Great. Yeah, perfect.

[Slow love ballad
in the background]

[Background chatter]

Yeah, exactly.

They got a prototype now. Whoa!

- A funeral?
- Bank loan? - Court.

- Just get a good look, gentlemen.
- Guess it went well?

- [Clearing his throat]
- That would be my recollection.

- That's good.
- We're light a few bodies.

- Oh yeah, Moose and Layla
caught a field assignment. - Where?

- Vermont. They're gonna bring
me back some Cherry Berry Blunt Gelato, with the extra caffeine.

Hope they don't forget and
spend all their time antiquing.

- We have absolutely everything
there is on Raymond Cloutard?

- Security files from
that era were RCMP.

We got everything, but
it's all 40 years old.

As intel goes,
it's geriatric.

- We're missing
something.

What we need is
human intelligence.

'Course, that's hard when
everyone who was there

is either toothless,
senile, or dead.

- It wasn't that long ago.
- I may know a guy.

RCMP old-timer we'd
reach out to sometimes.

I think he worked
the FLQ file.

Sounds good.

- I'll ride with you.
- I'll drive.

How much cash you got?

[Trolley bell sounding]

[Background chatter]

[Gray chuckling]
What's funny?

- Layla and Lepinsky? Match
made in law enforcement heaven.

- They're working, not strolling
through the sycamores.

- I know that.
What's your point? - You're preoccupied.

I'm what?

- Did you know that one
of the uniforms calls the two of you "Grayla?"

- That's hilarious.
- Time to carpe diem, man. Ask the woman out already.

Bugger.

You threw me off.

- We got a couple of
questions for you, Jock.

About the FLQ file.

Mailbox bomber, 1968.

Injured 8 people
and maimed a postie.

- Guy named
Raymond Cloutard.

Ring a bell?

Hm...

They pay you guys
too much money.

[Chuckling inwardly]

- You got a cigarette?
- Come on, Jock. You know you can't smoke in bars anymore.

- A wonder the
world still turns.

- You gotta go back further.
- How much further?

- Let's just say the Quiet
Revolution wasn't so quiet for your man Cloutard.

Search under the
name "Cletard."

- C-L-E?

- T-A-R-D.

We weren't so particular about
how they spelled their names.

- Whoa, easy on that, Jock.
No one's gonna fight you for it.

They'd be fools to try.

Check out his
university buddies.

- Thanks, Jock.
- You betcha.

Superintendent.

If we break this
on a typo...

Stranger things...

- No Cloutard anywhere in
Vermont, New Hampshire or Maine.

- Trail's been cold 40 years.
Clearly he's using an alias.

If he's got that much
time behind him, it's gonna be hard to trace.

- Cloutard did rate some
attention, once upon a time.

He was on an FBI watch list.
And he wasn't the only one.

Look at number 26.

- Belanger.
- Mm-hm.

- Future Premier
of Quebec.

- You put Trudeau on the list,
too. Doesn't prove anything.

- Depends on why
we put him there.

- [Knocking at the door]
- Hey.

Darnell's source paid out.

Raymond CLE-tard, AKA Cloutard,

Université de Montreal.

- Guess who was in his class?
- Rene Belanger.

- Can I just go out and
come back in and have you guys humor me a bit,

'cause I worked
really hard on that,

and, I don't know,
I'm feeling a little...

Right.

- Belanger didn't mention
his connection to Cloutard.

Yeah.

I wonder why.

[Dog barking in the background]

Really, I gotta talk to her.

[Cell phone ringing]
Tell her--

- Yeah.
- [Hey, it's me.]

Had your fill of the
Moose magic yet? - [Gray?]

- Uh, it's not the best time.
- [Uh yeah, I'll be quick.]

Listen, I was thinking,
when you get back...

[When I get back, what?]

You okay? You sound weird.

- No, I'm fine. I'm fine.
[Radio interference]

- Okay, look, now you're
breaking up. I'll call you when I get back, okay?

Later, yeah, yeah. Call later.

Outstanding.

- [Background music]
- Doesn't look familiar.

- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure. - Okay.

- Don't harass my customers.
- Tell her it's not what she thinks.

- I don't know what to tell you,
Gordo. She's seriously pissed.

Penny, please,
he's begging.

- Men begging skeeves me out.
- Go blow it out your hole, you dickhead!

- Well, they sure run dainty
'round here, don't they?

- [Sighing]
- It's a tough life. - Mayor and barkeep?

Owner and proprietor.

How many times you gonna
show people that thing?

- Humor me.
[Electronic beep]

Sorry. No bells.

- Would you tell
me if there were? - How's that beer?

- [Knocking at the door]
- Mr. McGee?

Sergeant Hourani.
Can I talk to you?

Hi.

- Why didn't you tell us it was
Karl's house that burned down?

Uh, who?

Your ex's new guy. Karl.

- His house. The fire.
- Oh, that. I didn't know. I swear.

- See, Gordo, you
lied this morning.

That doesn't look good.

And I'm gonna go out on
a limb and guess it was Karl that kicked your ass, right?

- I know how it looks.
- Really? How does it look?

Like it was on purpose.

But it wasn't.
I was just--

Just doing your job?

You guys sent out the alert.

"Extra vigilance." That's what
it said and that's what I did.

Is Penny really mad?

- What am I gonna find
if I look into this deeper?

You a stalker?

If we go after Karl on
the assault charges, will something else come up?

[Background music,
laughter and chatter]

- Hey, are you Karl?
- Oh shit.

- Hey!
[Clatter and gasps]

Hey, come here! Come here.

What, are you serious? You
think this is gonna stop me?

- Come here. Come on.
- Hey, buddy, I wouldn't.

- You're in America now.
- Are you kidding?

- You have a heckuva
jurisdictional problem, bud. - He assaulted a border guard.

- Not my border.
- Hey, maybe he deserved it. The guy lost his house.

- Yeah, whatever. I- Come here.
- I really wouldn't.

Alright, easy chief.

Nice!

He's gone now. Nice. Thank you.

- I don't like our feds,
but I have to work with them.

But not with you,
though. No sir.

Bill, you are an ass.

Put that gun away in my bar.

[Country music]

It's all over.

Nothing to see.

- I can recommend
suspension. I will do it.

- I swear, I didn't know it was
Karl's house. Karl came after me, and now it's over.

I just want things
to go away.

I'm not gonna
press charges.

It's just...

It's over, okay?

- Wouldn't be so
sure about that.

[Gunshot]
Jesus!

[Gordo screaming in pain]

[Moaning]

- Alright. Playing a little game
I call "vector analysis."

You have three letters,
from three post offices,

and the email from the bar.
[Electronic noises]

Now, assuming Cloutard,
like most of us,

won't stray too far out of
that 50K comfort zone,

that still puts the Townshend
crossing as the best bet.

- So you think
he lives near town? - Or anywhere in a 150K radius.

- That's a lot of ground.
- And not in our jurisdiction.

Maggie, we need to get
a bigger team in there.

- Get Moose on the line.
- Got it.

- No, boss, that's a really bad
idea. These people hate us here.

I mean, hate us.

If we go crashing in
in force, we're never gonna get anything out of them.

No, just give us a little more
time to get it done, will ya?

Great, thanks. Sorry.

- Hey.
- Hi. What's up? - I rolled a hard eight.

I think I bought us a little
more time to find Cloutard. - Good.

- Uh, you know you
screwed up earlier, but I'm gonna forgive you.

Thanks.

'Course, it would have been
nice if you were there when I almost got killed.

'Kay. Call it even?

- RCMP file on Belanger.
You were right.

They belonged to
the same student group.

It morphed into an FLQ
cell some time shortly after Belanger quit.

- Clearly the Premier's not
being straight with us.

- Cloutard's been
quietly underground

for four decades --
why surface now?

We answer that question,
we get the key to finding him.

Before he finds Belanger.

- Of course it's Karl.
He's a gun nut.

He's got like, 5 guns.
He goes hunting all the time and he hates my guts!

- To be fair, he thinks you
tried to burn down his house.

Oh, um,

should I come back?

Penny? Is that you?

This better not
be the painkillers. - Look, enough is enough!

- Now where's Karl?
- Haven't seen him since you did

- back at the bar.
- You're not staying with him?

- I was gonna go stay
at my dad's house.

- Have you talked to him? Penny?
Have you talked to your dad? - No.

I texted him about the fire,
and I told him you were a jerk.

And that despite everything
I was still going to go see you in the hospital,

'cause apparently
I'm a total loser. - I knew you still cared.

- I gotta change my dressing now.
- Well, as much as I hate to miss that...

- Penny...
- Oh please!

Like I haven't seen that pasty
butt of yours a thousand times.

Okay. Flash 'em to my handset.

They want us to check out the
three post offices Cloutard used

to mail the letters, and see if
there's any video surveillance.

- Well, that'll take until
tomorrow. Post office is on bankers' hours here.

- Guess we have to
stay the night. - Oh great.

I've died and gone to Vermont.
[Ding!]

- Hey! Hey!
- Oh, I promise,

I'm gona call you the
second I hear from Karl.

Okay? What? I promise!
[Ding!]

I promise.

Nice.

Guys?

Guys?

How did Penny seem to you?

You think she's
still mad? Hm?

She really seemed
to care, you know.

- We gotta get out of this town.
It's like our Vietnam.

More like Twin Peaks.

- I thought you said
"a few things."

- You want me to be
comfortable when I crash.

And check this.

They're unbrown.
They go on the couch.

They say, "warm and friendly,"
instead of "dark and broody."

Right...

Thank you.
[Knocking at the door]

Agent LaGarda.

I thought we agreed on Bianca.

I brought you
a housewarming gift.

Raymond Cloutard's
FBI file.

- I'm guessing I'm
not supposed to have this? - No one's supposed to have it.

After Hanssen and Alrich Ames,
the Bureau is sort of antsy

about this kind of thing
leaving U.S. soil.

- I think if we changed
the color in the back room,

it might make...

Oh, I'm- I'm sorry.

- Hello.
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

- Awkward.
- Agent LaGarda,

my daughter --
meet my daughter, Zoe.

- I didn't mean to interrupt--
- No, it's okay. - I'm sorry.

Oh, wow. Three sorries!

Your father told me a lot of
great things about you. - Not really.

- What did he say?
- That you're smart and beautiful.

And that you keep him
on his toes.

Quite frankly, I'm
trying to do the same thing. - Zoe, can we have a minute?

- Oh, come on, Mike,
don't be embarrassed.

Your daughter is
a grown woman.

Actually,

I've been meaning
to ask you, Zoe,

does your dad

ever loosen his tie other
than when he's, you know--

Uh, ya know what, I gotta go.

I'm really, really--

- Sorry?
- I'm gonna call next time.

Yeah.

I needed her gone.

This is strictly
"eyes only."

In 1969,

someone informed on
Cloutard to the RCMP.

- "Sherbrooke?"
- The informer's code name.

And there's more.

Same page, redacted.

Look at the date.

- This is three months ago.
- That's when these documents were released

under the Freedom
of Information Act,

after 40 years,
and this...

is a list of everyone
who's requested that page.

This is good.

- Well, well.
Crockett and Tubbs.

- Who's "Sherbrooke?"
[Laughing]

- Well, that'll cost
you a single malt.

Sherbrooke.

And, yeah, I guess you
kind of owe a round.

- This should make for an
interesting expense report.

- Forget video cameras, Slade.
These post offices barely had stamps.

- Ah yes, but now, behind
post office door number two,

we have a Freedom of
Information Request, tied to

- [a P.O. Box number.]
- Turn it around. We're going back.

[Find out who rented Box]

8-2-5-3-8,

and we've got Cloutard.

[Motorbike engines roaring]

[Church bell sounding]

- Hey.
- Hey.

- So it took a call
from DHS, but we got it.

- Ooh! Thank you,
Bianca LaGarda.

I could get to
like that woman.

- Post box is registered
to a Roy Sutter.

- Farmhouse a few clicks away.
- Okay.

[Starting the engine]

- Good place to be a recluse.
- Great place to write a manifesto.

[Woman gasping]

Oh no!

Ah Jesus!

- I'm guessing
that's Karl?

Yeah.

[Penny crying]

Yeah, mid-thirties,
single gunshot to the head.

Yeah, I can hold.

- I just...
[Clearing her throat]

I just got here. I came
around the back and...

- What are you doing here?
- This is my dad's place.

Karl was just staying here
until the insurance got figured out on his house.

- [Electronic noises]
- Do you know this man?

That's my father.

Gordo told me you were
looking for him,

but I thought, that
doesn't make sense,

because he hates Canada.

He said he'd never go back.
He won't even go fishing there.

Gordo told you.

- I came here to ask my Dad
why you were looking for him.

And that's when
I found Karl.

And now he's,
he's, he's dead.

And I was so mean to him
'cause he was,

he was the
rebound guy, you know.

I killed my
rebound guy.

And now, Dad's some
kind of fugitive...

- Do you know
where he is now?

How much trouble is he in?

- There's motorcycle
tracks in the backyard.

They're fresh. You remember a
couple bikers crossing the border just before we did?

- Uh, maybe.
I was on the phone.

Look what Penny got
courtesy of Gordo.

- Don't be mad at him.
- Cloutard is Penny's dad.

Do you have any family photos?

[Speed-dialing beeps]

Slade, I'm sending a picture
to send to all crossings, ASAP.

It's Raymond Cloutard
AKA Roy Sutter.

And give me the boss, will ya?

- You're talking
execution style? - [Definitely.]

This Karl kid was just
the wrong place, wrong time.

[It might sound crazy]
but I think there's a hit out on Cloutard.

- I don't think that sounds
crazy at all. Work the daughter.

Find out where Cloutard went
and get there first.

Okay.

So, have you found him?

- Raymond Cloutard's been
living in Vermont under the alias "Roy Sutter."

- Yes?
- ICS agents secured Sutter's farmhouse 90 minutes ago.

There was a body inside.

- That's not him.
- No, it's not.

It's a case of
mistaken identity.

Why didn't you tell us about
your connection to Cloutard?

- I didn't think
it was important.

- You're the reason
he left Quebec.

You don't think
that's relevant?

- No. No,
that's a fantasy.

- You ratted him
out to the RCMP!

- Okay, maybe we should
take a step back here.

- How's this for
a headline:

"The Premier of Quebec
Informs on his Quebec Nationalist Friend."

Sounds like the ball game
to me. The end of your career.

- I'm sure the Premier
acted in good faith

to protect the interests
of the Quebec people.

- Someone hired bikers
to kill Cloutard.

- Who?
- We have a working theory.

- I don't like
your insinuations.

- I don't care for
your evasions.

- This is outrageous.
You cannot talk to me that way.

Rene, Rene.

Rene, please.

Are you trying to destroy me?

No.

- You just blew a deal
three years in the making!

- He's the prime suspect
in a murder. The people of Quebec deserve better.

- The Americans want
a unified border!

I can't even get to
standardize photo I.D. cards!

- He may have killed
an innocent man!

- If we can't fix our border,
the Americans will.

Don't be surprised if you end up
sharing a cubicle with LaGarda.

- Quebec police
have sealed off access

to the town from
the Canadian side.

And they have blocks up
on every road leading away from the border.

Well, who ordered that?

Wait. This side's
Canada, right?

I think so.

[All cheering and laughing]

[Background dance music]

- What the hell's goin' on?
- Well, we all took a vote.

We're tired of all
the trouble and bother.

Just gonna make it
simple. We're gonna secede. We're all Americans now.

[All cheering and laughing]

- Roadblock order came from the
Office of the Quebec Premier.

- Those are the border cameras?
- Yeah.

This is real time minus ten.

Whoa! Roy Sutter
owns a white pickup.

[Electronic noises]

Oh...

We got him!

Uh, Roy Sutter AKA Ray Cloutard
was driving down the main street

in Townshend exactly
81 minutes ago.

- Yeah, we got him!
- Cloutard was here an hour ago.

[Rock music in the background]

Has this guy been here?

- So, you're just gonna
let them secede like that?

Just leave? Don't you
Canucks have any pride?

- I'm beyond caring.
- You see, this is what happens.

Real countries
don't confederate. They revolt, like God intended!

- Look, either tell me
you've seen this guy, or put a bullet in my head.

- What are you talking about?
- I just want the pain to stop!

Maxine, it's not legal!

- You can't just secede!
- Of course it's legal.

We took a vote.
Come on, Bill,

I'll buy you a beer if you
explain the Electoral College to me.

- That's not funny! You're just
a-- you're an anarchist!

- Social democrat!
- I don't know what that means!

Hey! Crazy people!

[Rock music stopping]
What the hell is wrong with you?

I know you feel hard done by.

And you don't like having
people telling you what to do. Well, tough!

- Who does?
- But we took a vote!

- Enough outta you, Your
Worship! Thank you. That's enough!

Look, you got a couple hired
guns riding around on Harleys

in your town, and
Karl is shot dead.

What else do you need?

Huh?

- You're neighbors,
for God's sakes!

I can go put out an APB.

Lemme see that picture again.

- [Layla]: It's not
an exact likeness.

- Oh yeah. That's Roy.
He was here about an hour ago.

He said he was
gonna go by Gordo's.

- Do all roads in this
town lead to Gordo?

Slade's got two bikers
on the camera in the last hour. Let's go.

- You know, I know you and Gray
usually do the run and jump,

but between you and me,
I'm lovin' this shit.

Noted.

[Whispering]: Hey.

- Is that the lady firefighter?
- [Whispering]: What's wrong with the women in this town?

- Someone's been
sleeping in my bed. - And he's still here.

Raymond Cloutard!

We're with Canadian Immigration
and Customs Security.

- There's a
hit out on you.

If you don't come with us you'll
end up dead, just like Karl!

Don't shoot.

Come on out!

Put your hands on your head.

Oh, great. The bikers are here?

Out. Out.

- [Man, outside]: Put your
hands on your head!

- [Commotion]
- Hey, ICS?

- You in there?
- [Other man]: Lay off!

Identify yourself!

It's Sheriff Bill Pigeon!

Oh...

- Come on.
- Move.

[Background radio conversation]

Don't see this every day.

Does anybody know where
the line is around here?

Then maybe we can figure out
who's got jurisdiction.

- You out-of-towners, you
never get the lay of things.

- I think he's your collar.
- I think you're right.

And, we'll put these two down
to -- unofficial extradition.

There, that looks about right.

Okay, stand down, boys.

It's just a line. We're all
on the same side, right?

Huh?

- You just saved us two
years of lawyering. [Moose chuckling]

- Let's get the hell
out of here.

[Foghorn, gulls and police siren
sounding in the background]

- Cloutard will do 7 years. Out
in 2 and a half with parole.

On the old charges,
and the new ones

rising from threatening
the life of a public official.

And you're going to sign
Minister Fleischer's

border security agreement.

- But that's--
- Politics.

Go on, Major.

- Then you're gonna resign,
for personal reasons.

It's that
or face public disgrace.

Pourri jusqu'à l'os!

He killed my daughter's friend.

- I had nothing
to do with that.

- If the investigation
leads back to Mr. Belanger,

so be it.

It won't.

- You'd be surprised who
comes out of the woodwork

once the fear of reprisal's
taken off the table.

I wanted you dead.

Or disgraced.

But I'll settle
for fini.

If it means I see
my daughter again. - Attends, Raymond.

You did make those bombs.

- Va péter dans
les fleurs.

Vendu!

- Wait, wait,
wait a minute.

- Who shot Gordo?
- Karl, right? Karl.

- No, the female firefighter,
Christin. I think she was carrying a bit of a torch.

Damnit!

Like candy from a baby.

- [Southern style]:
Later, partner.

[Laughing]
What did you want to talk to me about?

Oh, it'll keep.

You alright?

Yeah. I'm fine.

- Thanks for
sending in the FBI.

- I'm happy I still
have the juice.

- I got a message
from my daughter. - Nice kid.

- You're a lucky man, Mike.
- She wants to make dinner.

For "us."

[Whispering]: Great...

[Both laughing]

A meal's a meal.
Thank you.

And let's face it...

you could do a lot worse.

- Isn't it official
U.S. policy

that good fences
make good neighbors?

- I think that's more
of a guideline.

Agent LaGarda.

Major Kessler.