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Previously onThe Border...

- Carpe diem, man. Ask the woman out already.

That's hilarious.

- Are you flirting with me? - I'll be watching your back.

- That's actually gonna be less annoying than usual.

- Layla! [Gunshots]

- What did you want to talk to me about? - Uh, it'll keep.

- Target's entered the building. East side.

- [That's trespassing. Let's see if we can get mischief.]

Backup?

- Traveling solo. - That's the persona.

You don't get to be "The Timber Wolf" if you run with a pack.

No, no, no, no... Don't do that.

[Electronic beeps]

Security override? [Chuckling]

[Just disarmed the control room.]

Kid's got good toys.

I got my eyes back.

- What do you see? Are we heading for chargeable mischief?

- Like cracking proprietary pipeline monitoring software?

'Cause Wolfie's overriding system protocols,

trying to shut down the pipeline. That's just rude.

Slade, we got enough to move?

This isn't Timber Wolf's M.O.

[System beeping] Uh? Oh, frak!

Pull the plug! [Pull the plug!]

- Immigration and Customs Security. Stop!

[Layla moaning in effort and woman screaming]

ICS. Don't move!

We've got a real master of disguise here.

Careful. I bite.

- Who knew the legendary Timber Wolf

would turn out to be such a fox? [Chuckling]

- Any damage to the pumping station?

- She cracked the system. Tried to block the oil.

Everything's back on line.

Whoa! Boss?

Something weird's going on in Cowtown.

I mean, weirder than usual.

This is the Westech mainframe in Calgary-- Whoa!

[Electronic noises]

Sabotage at pumping station, blackout at head office.

That's a 400km coincidence.

- You think she cut the power to the Mustang pumping station?

It's not her style.

If she had a hate-on for Westech she'd have tarred and feathered

the CEO, or dumped toxic sludge on his cowboy boots.

- I'm not interested in her style.

I want to know how she keeps crossing the line illegally.

- This time? With Westech ID and a work permit.

No way she's a lone wolf.

- Tell Gray and Layla to put her on the next plane to Toronto.

I want a word with her before we hand her over to the FBI.

[Jet engines roaring]

You really pissed off the FBI.

Five tons of excrement on a governor's lawn.

- Yeah, well, the 10-ton bin was booked.

- Draping a lei of rotting shark fins

around the Chinese ambassador's neck?

- How'd you get close enough? - Big smile,

short skirt.

- When we heard you were coming, we flew out from Toronto

to catch your show.

We were disappointed. No naked bungee jumping, no pyrotechnics.

- Subtlety's not exactly your style.

Why all the cloak and dagger at the pumping station?

- Oh, maybe you stopped me before the main event.

- And what was that going to be? - Why don't you let me go and I'll show you?

[Overhead announcement in the background]

[Gray]: Enjoy the soy snacks.

What have we got on Westech?

- Calgary-based company

specializing in oil and gas technology.

"Working tirelessly to ensure a brighter, cleaner world."

Wow! It's like they make sunshine.

- Any idea why they were targeted? - No, Sierra Club...

World Wildlife, ForestEthics... They've all attacked its environmental record.

Oh, I did find this.

A co-op student

they hired last summer died on the job.

Disgruntled relatives?

- Outstanding lawsuits? - Nothing. No.

Looks like Westech did right by the family. And we're talking mondo zeroes.

No, I'm not seeing a Timber Wolf connection.

- We'll get Gray and Layla to check it out.

[Country music, laughter and chatter in the background]

- Ah, this is festive. Why doesn't ICS do this for us?

- Can you see our boss flipping pancakes?

Hi.

Immigration and Customs Security.

- We're looking for a Wes Felton, CEO of Westech. - Uh, yeah.

That's Wes Felton right there. Riding the range.

You know, talking to Frank Maitland,

head of Vauntex Oil from Houston.

You an employee here?

- Yes, I am. Martin Lucas, Chief Chemical Engineer. Hi.

- We're here about the break-in at the pumping station last night.

- Have you ever seen her around?

Uh...

You know, there's 1,200 people that work here.

I know maybe 10 of them. Like I said, talk to Wes, you know?

I'm just a lab rat around here.

[Country music and chatter in the background]

- Slade, the boss wants you to take a look at this.

- Oh, is that Timber Wolf's gak? Hey, is she here?

- Christmas comes early. What is it with you and these wolf girls?

- Whoa! The WV-3600-i.

Ha-ha! The "i!"

Oh man, that is so hot!

It's like the Jessica Alba of security override tech.

[Laughing] What is this?

Huh...

- Toxic pollution, global warming,

decimation of a boreal forest the size of Florida...

The tar sands are the most destructive project on the planet.

- Right. How did you cross the border?

- I smiled at the nice man in the booth and he waved me through.

You Canadians really are that polite.

- Where did you get the Westech ID? You have a friend inside the company?

- I don't make friends with oil types.

- We've got you on illegal entry, public mischief,

trespassing, vandalism, breaking and entering,

mischief with data and resisting arrest.

- Ten years. Fifteen considering your record.

- Ah, but the FBI - now to them, you're a terrorist.

A threat to national security. Let's see...

Sabotaging strategic materials, I'm gonna say... 25 to life.

- What's your connection to Westech?

- They pollute the air I breathe, the water I drink

and the planet I live on.

- Nope, and I pride myself on knowing the names of all my employees.

Especially the pretty ones. [Country music]

- So why do you think she targeted your pumping station?

- Who knows what goes on in the heads of those damn hippies!

If she'd bothered to do her homework--

Hell, we have a whole R & D division devoted to clean fuel alternatives.

- Do you know how she got this? - Probably made it on her computer.

- Somebody might've helped her on the inside. A disgruntled employee?

- No such thing. Martin. Come here, buddy. Come here.

This is, this is Martin. He's one of my best people.

- He could've gone south, overseas - anywhere he wanted to go.

But he stayed with us. You know why?

Because we're damn proud of the people who work for us and we treat 'em right.

- What about the power outage last night?

Could that be connected to the sabotage at the pumping station?

- What, you people don't have blackouts back in Toronto?

[People screaming in panic]

Gray! Up there!

[People still screaming]

This is a pancake breakfast?

Stampede must be wild.

[Radio conversation and siren in the background]

Stuck to the propane tank.

Probably used his cell phone to detonate it.

- We drag our asses up here after one crazy tree hugger

and end up in an episode of Dallas.

[Layla]: What's that about?

- I'll take the scientist.

You take the boss.

Three hits in 8 hours.

Somebody's not too happy with Westech.

- You've got the little girl who broke into my pumping station.

Ask her if she's got a boyfriend.

You all right?

- Yeah, apart from the fact that someone tried to kill me, I'm great!

I almost became a Death McMuffin.

- What makes you think you were the target?

- Martin's just a nervous nellie.

Needs to grow a thicker skin if he wants to stay in the oil game.

- Guys blowing up breakfast's pretty standard part of that game?

- It's just some joker trying to shake us up.

It'll take more than a little fireworks display to scare us.

- Huh, Martin? - Excuse me.

[Siren sounding]

- Since taking over the family business,

Wes Felton has secured lucrative contracts to supply oil tech

and equipment to China, the Middle East,

Russia and Texas - he's made a lot of enemies over the years.

- What about his competitors? Must want to see his company to go up in flames too, right?

- What about the other possible target? The scientist? - Martin Lucas.

Graduated MIT, top of his class at 17.

He's a real whiz kid - a chemical engineer

specializing in heavy oil extraction technology.

- Well, who's the target? Boardroom or beaker?

- Or was this just a stunt to create bad press for Westech?

- What's Slade's girlfriend saying?

- Save the whales, ban the bomb, Kumbaya.

- Hi. [Uneasy laugh]

Um, I'm Heironymous. Slade.

Uh, people just call me-- you can call me Slade.

- Hi. - Do you mind if I just...

I just have to ask you a couple of...

[Nervous laugh]

Um... [Clearing his throat]

I thought you always worked alone.

I do.

- Yeah, but the, uh... [Sounding like an explosion]

God, you blew up Wes Felton's barbecue!

Blasted the Stetsons off the oil guys.

- Flipped everyone's pancakes. - I must've missed that one.

I don't get cable in here, so...

Oh, come on!

You pulled off a coordinated attack in Southern Alberta and Calgary last night.

You telling me the explosion's a coincidence?

- No, it sounds like a great stunt. I wish I'd thought of it.

- Hm! [Sighing]

Sucks you got caught.

Everyone's going to know what Timber Wolf looks like.

Nothing lasts forever, right?

Ah!

Guess this blows the Galveston crane stunt

next month, huh?

How'd you hear about that?

- Your fans like to talk. Ha-ha!

Are you a fan?

Big time.

[Both laughing]

[Catching his breath] She's a geek in wolf's clothing!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Breathe.

[Inhaling]

She's not Timber Wolf.

For one thing, she was using

the WV-3600-i when she could've been using the Brenton 9000.

Okay. What's a WV thing?

- It's made by a company with an abysmal environmental record.

But the Brenton is just as good and it's made by the sock-and-sandal set.

- And again: what is a WV...? - 3600-i. It overrides security systems.

Beloved of intelligence agencies around the globe.

Plus, when I asked her about the Galveston crane stunt

next month, she pretended to know about it.

- [Whispering]: I'm afraid to ask.

- There is no Galveston crane stunt. I made it up. [Still catching his breath]

- You talked to the suspect? - Yeah.

You know, just for a second.

I hope that's... Uh, I probably should've asked.

- So you don't think she's an eco-terrorist? - Nope.

- Who is she? - Uh, I'm working on that.

Hey, boss?

Ottawa.

Good morning.

- What the hell is going on in Alberta? It's like the Wild West out there.

- Minister, it's not exactly a matter of national security.

- Let me tell you about my morning.

[I get into my office and I'm thinking,]

I'm finally going to get to my voicemail, and there's the PM

sweating all over my leather couch.

[He wants to know why his fishing buddy]

was almost blown up at a pancake breakfast.

Who's the fishing buddy?

- Frank Maitland. Houston businessman.

- Head of Vauntex Oil? - He's trying to work out a deal with Westech.

- And we don't want him to pack his bags before he's done.

- Look, you already have people on the ground there picking up pancakes.

Just drop in on Maitland and reassure him, okay?

[Good boy.]

- Slade, get me everything you can on Frank Maitland, Vauntex Oil, Houston.

We got a player in Calgary.

Landed two days ago. [Slade moaning] May I?

Sasha Egorov.

Russian oil executive, pockets as deep as the Baltic.

Also happens to be an ex-KGB colonel.

- Don't tell me, graduated to the Russian mob.

- [Darnell]: Bodies tend to pile up when he's around.

Gunslingers are riding in.

What the hell is going on in Dodge?

- [Speed-dialing beeps] - Gray?

I've got the Russian.

- Follow him. See if you can get into his computer.

I got Uncle Sam.

Frank Maitland?

Detective Jackson. Immigration and Customs Security.

We understand you have some concerns about your safety.

- Dirt flies fast for such a big country.

- I want to assure you ICS is actively investigating

the threats to Westech and its personnel. - I appreciate that.

- It'd really help if we knew why Westech was the target of such a concentrated attack.

- No need barkin' at a knot.

I got these boys to keep me above the snakes.

- Call me if there's anything ICS can do

to make your stay more comfortable.

Will do, son. Much obliged.

Eleven.

I've got my own gear.

- What locker number did you give him?

- Babe... [Knocking at the door] I told you I'm working a double.

Okay? You got to get yourself to the hairdresser.

Oh hi, Airport limo. I'm here to pick up Sheila.

- You have the wrong room. - Uh, sorry.

Dispatch must've screwed up.

[Shower running]

- Look at me, I'm Timber Wolf. I'm so sexy and pretty, I'm...

We've got Calgary here,

somewhere at Westech where...

[Conversation in the background]

[Electronic beeps]

- [Moose]: Oh, come on! You've got to be kidding! - [Maggie]: Oh, Moosey...

- You should've backed up. - Slade?

- You are so going to want to see this! - I'd like to see something.

- [Electronic noises] - Ha! 'Kay.

The attack on the pumping station? It was a diversion.

While Warrior Princess was playing dress up, somebody else

was cracking the Westech mainframe in Calgary.

She wasn't working alone.

- No, she programmed the blackout, giving her friend time to plant his tracker.

The power comes on, he sits back;

he watches how the Westech geeks reset the system.

- What was he after? And why didn't he take it while he had the chance?

- You're putting the hieroglyphics before the Rosetta Stone.

First he has to crack the encryption.

- Once he does that... - He comes back and steals all the data he wants.

- Oh! - Hey.

Up here. Hi.

- [Uneasy laugh] - Hi.

- Do you mind? - Oh.

- If I had known this was a coed locker, I would've shaved or something.

[Giggling]

- [Rap]: ♪ Oh my God, oh my God This job didn't look that hard ♪

♪ Patience, hey, wait for it You need to stay for it ♪

♪ With a little bit of juice I'm loose, I'm loose ♪

♪ I'm ready to put to use this microphone... ♪ - Take.

[Rap in the background]

- Five point eight, huh? That's not bad.

Thanks.

- Hey, I need to get belayed.

- Really? - Yeah, would you mind?

I figure you've already seen me naked, right, so...

- I'm sorry. I have a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

- Or maybe you just like getting caught.

[Rap in the background]

- You ready? - Yeah.

- I can trust you here, right? - Absolutely.

[Words in Russian]

I'm sorry. I have to go.

- Didn't realize how late it was. - What?! You're leaving me hanging here?

- We can tie each other up some other time.

Niu Jinrong,

president of EPC Oil.

Just spent 150 million on a stake in the Liaohe oil field.

- All these oil types converging on Westech...

They don't get out of bed for less than a million.

- You're thinking the prize in this cereal must be worth more than a few box tops, right?

The Westech scientist, Martin Lucas, published this

when he was a grad student.

Last year, he was rumored to be on the verge

of a major breakthrough in heavy oil extraction.

And then -poof!- nothing.

I'm thinking, the super secret spy decoder ring prize is:

Martin's perfected research.

- And these guys have it in their sights. - That'd explain his jitters.

- Call Gray and Layla. Tell them to watch their step.

[Speed-dialing beeps]

- [Answering machine]: Hey, you've reached Gray. Leave a message.

- Sasha Egorov just met with a couple of heavies.

I think one of them is the guy from the explosion this morning.

Where are you? I could use some backup.

- Hey! Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

- Are you following me? - I forgot to get your number.

That's me.

You probably think I'm some kind of stalker now, right?

- I'm staying at the Palliser. - You got dinner plans?

- Call me later. Room 512.

[Electronic noises and background chatter]

Martin. Hey.

Gray Jackson.

We, uh, met at the pancake thing.

Right, yeah.

[Clearing his throat]

- Looks like the sharks are circling.

I spoke with Frank Maitland.

We know the Russians and the Chinese are here, too.

Yeah, well, just, uh,

you know, talk to Wes Felton.

- Some of these oil guys keep rough company.

Things can get pretty nasty.

We can help steer you clear of it, but we have to know what's going on.

[Electronic noises]

What is it, Martin?

What've you got that everybody wants so badly?

- A chemical process for removing oil from bitumen.

A single-step alternative

to upgrading and refining.

It'll make removing the heavy oil from the sands cheaper,

easier and greener.

- You could've told us this-- - Wes doesn't want Ottawa blocking the sale.

"Look what the damn feds did to the RADARSAT deal!"

- Come on, your invention is going to cut prices at the pump!

You'll be a national hero.

Why do you look like somebody just shot your pony?

It's just, uh...

It's just the pressure, I guess, you know?

I have to go.

- You need a drink. - Uh, no. No thanks.

I have to, uh, get home

and feed my cat now.

So, uh...

- Slade, you seeing this? The spyware's working.

But nothing to tie Sasha Egorov to the blackout at Westech or the explosion.

But that was definitely his guy who blew the barbecue.

- Can I get a pint of Warthog? Thanks.

- Okay, call me if you find anything.

- Alright, so I booked us a cab for the morning.

What do you say you and I grab a couple of steaks

and go hit the mechanical bull at Ranchman's?

Actually, I have dinner plans.

Hey.

- Hey. Jimmy Kosik, Gray Jackson.

He's just leaving.

- Wanna give us a second, here? - Yeah, absolutely.

- I'll be at the bar. - 'Kay.

- Who's this guy? - An environmental consultant.

A very hot environmental consultant.

Where did you meet him?

When did you have time to meet him?

- Well, Dad, we met at the gym.

- The gym where you were tailing Sasha Egorov.

- Yes. - It didn't strike you as a bit weird this guy hit on you?

I mean, what did he do? Offer to spot you?

- I happen to look good in lycra.

Oh Jesus...

You have to go now.

I don't trust this guy.

Over there...

she looks like your type.

See ya later.

- See ya. - Alright.

[Cell phone ringing]

Jackson.

- [Fearfully]: Gray, Gray, it's Martin. They're here.

The man from the breakfast this morning, and another guy.

They're parked outside my building.

- Okay, Martin, I need you to calm down and stay out of sight, alright?

Meet me at the Palliser. I'll get you a room. - Thanks.

They're just waiting for the right time to finish the job.

You know, probably make it look like an accident.

- If they wanted you dead, you'd be dead.

- This guy they work for - Sasha Egorov-

he doesn't miss.

- Very comforting. Thank you. - Everything's going to be fine.

- If they can't crack the Westech mainframe, what's to stop them from cracking my head?

- I can arrange protection for you until the sale. After that,

you won't be a target: you'll be on the front page of the paper.

Come on, Martin,

this is the breakthrough the oil industry's been waiting for.

You've been working on this since you were in school.

Aren't you even a little bit happy?

- I wish this whole thing never happened.

What whole thing?

- You know, the sale and the hype, and all these people fighting over this technology.

They'll be back.

Yep. They'll probably find me in my office.

I'll be nothing but a corpse before I ever get to the sale. - Look, you gotta relax.

Yeah...

- Order some room service, okay? Get some sleep.

- Yeah... - We're not going to let anything happen to you.

- FBI in L.A. called. They just arrested the real Timber Wolf.

She sprang 200 bunnies from a cosmetics lab,

released them at the CEO's place in Palm Springs.

Night of the Living Cute.

- Any idea who we had in custody? U.S. Agents picked her up an hour ago.

- Interpol returned a match on the prints.

Danielle Carsden. She's a corporate spy.

Danielle's been freelancing for the last 3 years.

And look who she knows in Calgary.

Our Chinese oil magnate.

Who's this guy?

[Lascivious song]

[Moaning in pleasure]

Ah! Wait. Stop.

- I will respect the hell out of you in the morning.

No. I want the lights on.

It works for me.

[Moaning]

♪♪♪

Hey you.

Hey.

- My plane leaves in 3 hours.

- Ah... I got a client this afternoon.

I'll be gone.

[Laughing]

- Ah, she's expecting me to deliver a report.

That sounds pressing.

Is it?

Pressing?

- [Cell phone ringing] - Jackson.

- How'd it go last night? - [No sign of the Russian muscle.]

I got a Mountie to escort Martin to work, but he's still a little jumpy.

He's like Slade, only twitchier.

- I'm sure you mean that in the most loving way.

- Get down to Westech. Keep him safe 'til after the sale.

[We've got too many unknown elements in play.] - [I'm sending you a photo.]

Hope that's not too "twitchy." [Electronic noises]

We think Niu Jinrong's looking to steal the tech

before she has to open her wallet this afternoon.

- [Seen him?] - No.

He should be easy to spot.

A guy that good-looking will be surrounded by babes.

[Phone ringing, laughing and talking in the background]

- Layla, I'm coming up to your room.

Layla!

Layla! [Knocking at the door]

Layla!

The girl may be locked up, but we've got another player.

[The guy in the photo, he's still at large.] - He's kind of cute.

- [He may be planning another attack]

on Westech's computers.

[If cybertheft is the Chinese angle and the Russians are using muscle,]

what can we expect from the Americans?

- Frank? Old school: he'll use cash.

Don't worry, Mike.

All you have to do is make sure nobody else steals it.

- You're using my agents as rent-a-cops?

The illegal export

of intellectual property

is a customs security matter.

- Don't pretend you're saying that with a straight face.

- The guy in the photo goes by Jimmy Kosik. Or James Kotswold.

Or Jay Kavanaugh.

He's an ex-Russian sleeper agent, activated in '01.

- Perfect. - [Darnell's got some calls in]

but it looks like Jimmy-Jay- James is a free agent now.

Mostly corporate espionage for whoever pays.

- In this case, Niu Jinrong. - [Here's my favorite part.]

When the Russians flipped Jimmy's switch,

he was doing a masters degree in computer science.

- A geek? He doesn't look the type.

- I'm not going to ask what you mean by that.

- So if Jimmy's our cracker, he's only got a couple of hours [before the sale goes down.]

- If he doesn't steal it first, he won't get paid. He's gotta be getting ready to make his move.

- See? I knew I could tell... [Laughing]

Oh, my God! I'm gonna be late for my meeting.

- I better get to the airport.

- What's Toronto - like a 3-hour flight? - Three and a half.

- Hm... [Background chatter]

- I better go. - Wait, wait, wait.

- This is not over. - Bye, Jimmy.

- Layla... - Ready to go? - We got a change of plans.

- Where's your friend, Jimmy? - Why?

- He's a corporate spy working for the Chinese buyer. Possibly our mystery cracker.

- When did you get this? - This morning.

- Why didn't you call me? - You didn't pick up.

Believe me, Layla, I didn't want to be right on this one.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Hey, Martin. - [I can't do this. I have to stop it.]

- Just, just keep it together, alright? I'll meet you in the boardroom.

- My scientist is cracking up. - Go.

- What about Jimmy? - Leave Jimmy to me.

[Speed-dialing beeps] Yeah, you'll never guess where he led me.

- Sic building security on him and wait for me at reception.

No way.

- Do not go after him without backup. Layla?

- While we're waiting, can I offer anyone a cup of coffee,

or maybe something a little stronger, huh?

[Chuckling]

Where's Martin?

- He said he had to print off some spec sheets about 20 minutes ago.

- I'll see if I can speed things up.

It'll just be another minute.

Shit.

[Cell phone ringing]

Yeah.

- Gray: [What are you doing? Everyone's waiting for you in the boardroom.]

I can't go up there.

[Why don't you let me in]

[so we can talk?]

- I've been working on this stuff for half my life.

Can you believe that?

And just like that, it's all gone.

[Electronic noises]

- Wow, that was fast. I'm impressed.

- Stand up. - Look, I'm almost done here.

- I'm not going to ask again. Stand up.

Oh, okay.

Look, Layla, this is complicated, okay? - No, it's not.

You're working for Niu Jinrong and your boss doesn't want to pay

for the oil extraction technology.

- She shouldn't have to. It's hers.

- I was so close to perfecting the process.

Then along comes this Chinese student

on a summer work placement.

- The U of A kid who died in the oil fields?

- [They said it was an accident.]

It wasn't?

I don't know anymore.

[Somehow Wes got to the kid's laptop and--]

- Wes Felton stole the research? - Handed it to me.

Like it was a gift.

All I had to do was just sign my name to it.

- And now he's trying to sell it to the Americans before anyone finds out he stole it

[from a Chinese scientist.]

- There's still time to do the right thing.

- Whoa, whoa. What are you doing? - I'm open-sourcing this.

It doesn't belong to me, or Wes. It should be free for everyone.

- You can't do that, Martin. There's a lot more at stake here than your guilty conscience.

- When the kid died, China came looking for his research. - But they never found it.

- And Westech has a sudden breakthrough with the same technology.

It's a good story.

- Look. This is Martin's computer.

You see what he's doing? He's posting his chemical process to the web. He's giving it away.

Now tell me, why would he do that if it was his to sell?

Layla, my boss is upstairs right now

just waiting to hear that I've got it - let me stop Martin.

Why should I trust you?

- If this thing goes public, it's worthless. Please let me stop him.

Okay, now, what's going to happen is

Martin's going to think this is going to the web,

but it's not.

It'll be safe on here. And I'll hand it over to you. - Then we go upstairs.

And you better hope Martin confirms your story.

Sure.

Ah!

Give me the chemical process.

- It's too late. The scientist already open-sourced it.

- I doubt you would let this happen.

- [Cell phone ringing] - Yeah.

- Get away from the computer. Move!

- How'd you get into the operations centre?

Hey!

Got this?

Thanks.

Happy to help.

Shopping hours are over.

- What the hell is going on?

- She's right. There's no sale.

- I open-sourced it. - Tell me you're kidding.

- I can't sign my name to his work, okay?

It should have gone to China when he died. To his family.

Or at least his country.

- But it's out there now. - No, it isn't.

- He intercepted your upload. It never went public.

[Gray]: Which is good, right?

It belongs to China.

This is bullshit!

Hold on, Mr. Egorov.

We've got a couple of questions for you about your colleagues.

- Frank, Frank, we're gonna get this cleared up and we're gonna straighten everything out.

- Well, I need more than a lick and a promise.

You got the tech. We got the oil sands.

Young woman...

- Frank, we're not done here! We're not done!

- Wes Felton, you're under arrest for theft of intellectual property.

- What?! I'll sue your ass! [Repressing a scream]

Let go of me! Get your hands off me! - You alright?

- I'm sorry your American went away empty-handed.

- Now all we've got is the headline:

"Canadians steal oil tech from dead Chinese student."

- Well, I'm sure the Alberta oil lobby

in Washington will put a nice spin on it.

- Why did you have to dig so deep? - You asked me to.

- I asked you to stop the illegal export

of intellectual property.

Not to uncover the truth.

That part you get for free.

[Sighing]

- So, you've got all my numbers. Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you, okay?

Have a safe flight.

Layla. Layla!

Listen, um,

I'm sorry... I lied to you.

Lying's your business.

Right.

- I have a plane to catch. - Hey...

Listen, I hear Toronto's got some pretty decent

climbing gyms.

I don't think so.

If I let a guy hold my rope,

I want to make sure he doesn't hang me with it.