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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.