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- Previously onThe Border... - Homeland Security! Stop there!

- So let's just do this and get it over with.

- I better go. - You can leave in the morning.

Take care of yourself, Canada.

Who do you work for, Darnell?

- ICS. - And CSIS had nothing to do with this?

I acted alone.

- I got a father who only comes around when he needs something, all right? It sucks.

- How 'bout your mom? - She died.

I grew up in foster homes.

- [All talking the same time] - How could the government lose 41,000 deportees?

Well, most of these people are failed refugee claimants.

- [All asking questions] - Why weren't they sent back to their countries?

- The previous government cut budgets to the bone--

- Minister, and the deportees who've committed serious crimes?

- We're doing everything to put these criminals behind bars.

[All asking questions] Alright. Excuse me. Thank you.

- We're after the guys at the top of the food chain,

but nobody gets a pass - not today.

- Good times. - Let's move.

Hey, hey, hey! Get these two.

Let's go.

[Background radio conversation and siren]

- We're gonna need more transport.

[Gasps of surprise]

- Done? - Yeah.

- Okay, move! [Siren in the background]

[Background chatter]

- Next time the Ministry orders an emergency sweep,

they should figure out where to put the detainees.

- They must be three to a cell. - More like four.

The detention centers are full - they're turning us away.

- It's unacceptable. They cannot be held here without charges.

- Lawyers? - Who else?

They want us to let their clients post bond.

- Well, we may have to. - Pretty much a 'flight risk.'

- Keep looking for the Colombian.

I'll see what I can do.

- Alright, may I have your attention please!

First one to tell me where to find this guy

wins a get-out- of-jail-free card!

- [Video]: Stop right there! - What is that thing?

- A troll? - Please.

- Be careful with the equipment. - What are you trying to pull?

- Nothing at all, just a computer club.

- Okay, come on with me, Bub. - But I'm a landed immigrant.

- Yeah, employing illegals. - To play silly games?

- I told you it is only a club. - Stay.

Please...

- [Are you seeing this?] - Oh!

[Computer noises] Ah, man!

- [I read about it: it's my 1st.] - First what?

- Gold farm. Now you're looking at a virtual sweatshop.

- No, no, no - it's a real sweatshop.

- No, these guys play games so you don't have to.

[What's the point?]

- Most games, there's this crushing, boring phase

where you grind your life away building up your character,

before you get to do something cool.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- The avatars acquire status and perks.

The sweatshop owner sells them to commodity traders on eBay.

- The workers? - No, their characters.

Oh- Holy unicorn blood!

[Ha! I- I didn't even know]

[there was an order of the supreme slaves!]

We shouldn't deport these guys - they're like national treasures.

- You're under arrest. We'll figure out the charges later.

- [Siren in the background] - [Layla]: It's a school.

- When the 'k' comes before the 'n' at the beginning of the word

it is always-- silent,

as if it's not there.

Okay, take out your exercise books,

and work quietly.

Yao, Miguel - you can color your drawings.

- Can I help you? - We're from ICS.

- Uh, can we just-- I don't want to upset the children.

- We're doing nothing wrong here. - Those kids are illegal, aren't they?

- Otherwise, they'd be in a real school.

- Even illegal children need an education.

- I don't disagree. - We're looking for this man.

We were told his son comes here.

- You would use a child as bait to trap his father?

- This man is a known drug trafficker - a violent criminal.

We could arrest you right here for harboring fugitives.

Don't make us ask the kids.

His son's name is Miguel.

Our youngest boy - he just turned 6.

- Does he pick up Miguel himself? - Yes.

He comes at 3, when we close.

What will you do with the other parents?

- This man is our target - we don't want to spook him.

Parents who get their kids before he arrives will get a free pass.

- And if they arrive after?

If they're illegal,

they'll be returned to their countries of origin.

- And you can live with yourself?

- If we're detaining illegals, we need places to put them.

Thank you, Deputy Minister.

He's reopening the Airport Road Detention Centre for now.

- Heartbreak Hotel? Isn't it slated for demolition?

Something about an incurable rat problem.

- Let's keep a good thought.

- Yeah, why not just use those cool cages from Children of Men. Put one on every corner.

That'll serve them right for trying to escape their war-torn

poverty-ravaged lives.

- Are you in my office for a reason?

Oh, right, yeah.

There's, um, a Special Agent Carver here to see you.

- From Homeland Security. - Send her in, Slade.

[Mumbling]

- Okay, write down your full names, dates of birth--

- Please, sir. - The better you cooperate, the faster I can get you home.

- To a Philippine prison. - You're a Philippine criminal, so yeah.

- I'm no criminal - I'm an accountant!

- You and your pals left a money trail leading right back to the heroin trade in Manila.

- I must make a phone call! - No, you mustn't.

- But I have rights - I'm a permanent resident!

- And you left your residency card in your other pants?

- I want to call my lawyer! - Hey, hey, hey!

- [Man moaning] - [Slade]: Oh! Alright!

Whoo!

[Still clapping] Encore!

Agent Carver.

- Mike Kessler. - Major. Special Agent Liz Carver, Homeland Security.

I'll be working with you on issues of cross-border concern.

I look forward to it.

You think I'm young.

- Which tells me your work has been impressive.

- So I gather you've been looking for a large number of deemed deports.

- 41,000, in fact. - What's the number in the States? Half a million?

- This is Vincent Vincenzo, a capo in the Luchesi family.

He's wanted for the murder of a federal witness.

- He's here? - Crossed the border 6 weeks ago.

Makes it 41,001.

- Do you know his location?

- He's staying with a second cousin above an off-track betting shop on Jarvis Street.

- You've been doing some police work out of your jurisdiction?

- Set up surveillance over a week ago. - Without letting us know?

- Actually, I was hoping you'd be able to pick him up for us.

Your immigration sweep would be a perfect cover.

- We wouldn't even need a warrant. - When?

He's a creature of habit.

Should be sitting down to lunch right about now. [Knocking at the door]

Hey, I just wanted to say hi.

- We worked together on the-- - Orlen Taylor case, I know.

Special Agent Carver's taking over Homeland Security's Canadian office.

Really?

That's one hell of a promotion.

- Orlen Taylor was a big case. All over the news. - It didn't do me much good.

Didn't even get me a day off.

Better suit up.

[Sports commentator commenting a race in the background]

Immigration and Customs Security! Stay where you are!

- Get off the side with that piece of shit! Get 'em up, get 'em up, get up--

- [Commentator]: ...across the line! He beat Cedar Shade by a nose!

Stop! DHS.

- We're in Canada. - That's right.

We are.

[Background radio conversation]

You were supposed to have my back. Where the hell were you?

- I thought I saw something, a threat.

By the time I figured it out, you were halfway up the stairs.

A threat.

- Hey, are you the guy in charge here?

- Yeah. - Good, you owe me 300 bucks. Okay, I can't let this go.

I played that horse up there, I put 50 bucks on him,

they let him go off at 6 to 1, you owe me 300 bucks, plus change.

- I'm afraid I can't help you. - What do you mean, you can't help me?

What is this? What do we pay you guys for, to steal our money, or what is it that you do?

- Gray, can you deal with this, please? - Gray?

Gray.

Jesus H. Christ, it is!

How are you doin', kid?

- Hey, Dad. - This man is your father?

Pretty much.

Pretty much. Pretty much.

Mike Kessler. I'm Gray's boss.

- You're the boss? You're his boss? Oh, it's nice to meet you.

This must mean I get my money?

If you'll excuse me.

[Siren in the background]

- I'm workin' here. - Wait a second.

This is not exactly a coincidence. You've been looking for me.

- No, Dad. I haven't-- - Have you been looking for me?

- No, not really. - Yes you have, you've been looking for me.

Oh.

Well, seein' as how you're standing right here...

could you shoot me a few bucks?

- [Background radio conversation] - You're kidding me, right?

- When you guys came here with your little raid, it cost me a bundle.

I had size on that horse.

Good boy.

[Background radio conversation]

- That's 50 bucks. Let's call it even.

- Okay, kid. See you around. - Not if I see you first.

So you think this guy'll be all over the news too?

Wouldn't surprise me.

[Siren in the background]

- "She realized that her bed had been so hard

"that she turned over and over in it to find a place to rest,

"but the darkness seemed more intense than any she had ever known

"and that the wind howled over the roof among the chimneys

like something which wailed aloud."

- Are you sure that book's suitable for children?

Four o'clock.

ICS, I'm placing you under arrest. Please don't resist.

My partner has you covered, and ICS has the building surrounded.

Think of your son.

Can I say goodbye?

Yeah.

- Necesito que seas un nino muy fuerte.

Toda estara bien, OK?

Te quiero.

- I got him. - That's it, sir.

- Alright, we need to see I.D. for all parents

who are collecting their children.

[Child crying] I.D. please.

Mama!

Don't go, Mama.

Mama...

- Watch your step there. This way, please.

- Let's go. Don't get too comfortable here.

They got big plans for you stateside.

- I saw you talking to that mook. Heard you call him "Dad."

I can see the resemblance.

- You probably want to stop talking now. - Was it him dropped the dime?

Maybe you set him up in there, huh? - Let's get inside.

- Your dad likes to gamble. I'm guessing you don't approve.

Move it.

- These two just showed up 3 weeks ago.

The girl is Cinta; the boy, Bayani.

She takes care of him, but I don't think they're brother and sister.

- Do they speak any English?

- Cinta speaks a little, but Bayani's pretty advanced.

He can learn anything, that boy.

- Where do they live? - I hate to imagine.

I bring them lunch, and I think it's their only meal of the day.

The kids.

Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey.

- It's okay. - Let her go! - We want to help you.

- She thinks "The Man" find us. - Bayani, walk. - What man?

- The Man who own us. - You mean your father? - No, buy us.

Pay money.

- The vultures are closing in, Mike.

The Fisheries Minister

is all but measuring my windows for drapes.

- Good afternoon, Minister. - Same bastards who gutted our budget -

they want me to resign!

- Are you looking for help, or just hiding out?

40,865.

That's the exact number reported in the press.

As of last Friday, that number was accurate, up-to-date,

and classified.

- Someone leaked classified data to the press.

- Someone who wants to discredit me and disgrace ICS.

I need you to put your best people on it.

- The Squad's a little busy tracking down 41,000 deports.

It's your ass on the line too.

And if we don't move quickly, there may not be any Squad.

- We'll need you to describe the man who bought you.

You can tell us about The Man.

No!

- If you help us, we can catch him.

The Man will hurt us.

It's okay.

One of our sweep cases took a bit of a sideways turn.

We could be dealing with a child-trafficking case.

- Really? - It wouldn't be the first kids taken from the streets of Manila

and smuggled into Canada, then sold into slavery.

- Sexual slavery? - Probably.

It's a hundred-million-dollar growth industry in this country.

- Run with it. Child trafficking is big news -

and we need some high-profile arrests to bump this nightmare off the front page.

- I'll just go and tell the kids they'll be doing their bit for Ministry P.R., shall I?

Maggie.

No, she's right.

I sound like a goddamn politician.

- [Mike]: How many kids? - Two.

That we know about. They're in there waiting for me now.

Take their statements.

- After I get them something to eat.

- You come and sit here. I've got some paperwork to do, okay?

- Can you believe all this shi-- stuff?

- Let's see, 40,000 deemed deports,

90 minutes to process each report--

- That's 60,000 man-hours.

Divided by 8, that's 7,500 days.

Rain Man, over here.

- Thirty years of paperwork? - Oh stop, you're killing me.

- Who can do one of these things in 90 minutes?

Thank you.

[Burping]

It's okay.

Take your time. Plenty more where that came from.

[Translating in a Filipino language]

Cinta.

Cinta, yes?

I'm Maggie.

- Maggie. - Good, that's right.

I was born in a place called Cornerbrook.

On an island, same as you. [Translator translating]

Where were you born, Cinta?

[Replying in her mother tongue]

- A small village in Tarlac. - Why did you leave? [Translator translating]

[Replying in her mother tongue]

- [Translator]: A boy told me that I have a very good job in Manila.

[Girl talking again] But he lied. - Why?

What happened?

He take me

to sex house.

I run away.

- That was very brave of you. [Replying in her mother tongue]

- [Translator]: A woman helped me. And she said she would take me to Canada.

She say

life good here.

[Normal fax noises and beeps]

[Phone ringing]

Can I help you?

Oh, I'm guessing you gotta take a leak. Come with me, pal.

- But there were 3 others on the airplane - 2 girls and Bayani.

Bayani afraid.

I hold hand.

What happened then?

[Replying in her mother tongue]

- Another plane, then The Man came.

And then a dark room.

Three girls there.

They say

The Man very bad.

Oh, you just, uh...

- You like that, huh? - Yeah.

- I wish my kids were as easy to please.

- [Translator]: We stayed in the dark room

for many days.

[Speaking with emotion in her mother tongue]

Then The Man came to take me away, because I had been sold.

Bayani cry very much.

[Speaking with emotion in her mother tongue]

- [Translator]: He held onto me and screamed...

[Speaking again with emotion]

until the Man said he could come too.

He take us in...

[Speaking in her mother tongue]

[Translator]: Black van.

I am afraid.

When he open the door,

I bite him, here,

- very hard. - [Maggie]: Good for you.

- I take Bayani - run!

- Think very hard about the day that your plane landed in Canada.

[Translator translating]

Can you remember the date? [Translating again]

I think

maybe

was Sunday.

[Phone ringing in the background]

- I need you to check the passenger list of incoming Manila-Vancouver flights.

- Sure, yeah, 'cause I got nothing but time. - I'm making this your priority.

Go back two months, focus on Sundays. Look for a Filipina woman traveling with 4 kids.

And when you're done, you can figure out

who leaked the deport files to the press. - Cool.

Speaking of security risks.

- Secur-- What, are you serious?

What about it, kid? You a spy?

Maybe.

Hm.

Play your cards close to the chest, eh? I like it.

[Computer noises]

Tahanan!

Tahanan? What does that mean?

Home.

Home, eh?

I'll show you home.

[Typing]

Not bad, huh? Huh?

You did Google.

- [Mike]: The extradition papers came through quickly.

- FBI's been after this guy for months. - Another coup for you.

- I got lucky. Agent LaGarda did all the legwork.

That's a nice suit.

What's she like to work with?

Not bad.

- Oh man, you like her, don't you?

She is so out of your league.

- What can I say? When you're right, you're right.

- Gray, bring Agent Carver's prisoner.

- Now, welcome to the land of Rothgum.

- Bad guy? - He's an ogre.

And he bleeds green slime when you decapitate him. Go on.

Smite that ogre. Smite him mightily.

[Fighting yells from the game]

Any luck on the Vancouver records of entry?

[Sighing]

The best games are all about the logic.

And, uh, lightning reflexes.

And, of course, luck.

Lots of pure, stupid luck.

Wow. You scored the invisibility potion.

[Fighting yells from the game] Huh.

Thank you, Sergeant Jackson.

It's no problem, Agent Carver.

You know, I nearly fell on the floor when you walked in today.

- Actually, you did. - Right. Can you slow down?

- A lot's happened since British Columbia. - What, it was two weeks ago.

- The DHS has a policy against "close and continuing

bonds of affection" with foreign nationals.

- What's that supposed to mean? - It means if we get close, it can't continue.

- Well, we got close. - Everybody's human. You're allowed one mistake.

- Actually, I remember it as three.

- Are we going to have a problem?

- Sorry - I've never been dumped for national security reasons.

- I'd hardly call it dumped. It was just one night.

- [Uneasy laugh] - You know my partner warned me.

Told me you were out of my league.

- She was right. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a prisoner to transport.

[Car engine starting]

[Tires squealing]

[Phone ringing]

[Man on the right whispering]

Cinta? What's wrong?

[Cinta sighing nervously]

Do you know him?

Is he The Man?

Okay, you stay in there - I'll be right back.

Hey, hold your horses.

- I'm sorry? - You're not going anywhere.

- There's been a mistake. My client's a permanent resident. He shouldn't have been detained.

- Who are you again? - Peter Mercado.

We've met before - I represented the Philippine Embassy in that extradition case.

Right. Hi.

Your client assaulted an ICS Officer in front of a roomful of witnesses.

- Is this true? - I wanted to use the phone.

Take him back to holding.

Who's that girl?

She looks Filipina.

- She is. - That child is too young to be in detention.

- Yeah, I agree - we're looking for alternatives.

- There's a woman at my church.

She's a very good lady, teaches Sunday school.

She might be willing to be a temporary foster parent.

- Well, if she checks out, that might be useful.

I'll see what I can do.

The game of kings. Huh.

No luck here, just two minds locked

in a relentless battle of cold logic.

- Yeah. Haven't you got work to do?

- Yeah, right. Um, you got a minute?

- Ha! Suck on that. - What's up?

- Boss wants me to find out who leaked the missing deport stats to the press.

- Are we sure it was a leak?

- At 3:30 this morning, Channel 14 received

electronic ICS- stamped documents

from a computer with an untraceable IP address.

Really.

- The documents reported 40,865 deports -

a very specific number that was only accurate between noon on Wednesday

and 2 o'clock Thursday.

So somebody cracked the ICS server during that timeframe. - And you think it was CSIS.

Untraceable IP,

inside knowledge of ICS, skilled crackers -

well, semi-skilled neandergeeks, really.

I changed the protocols.

Can you prove it was CSIS?

- If I had access to their server,

I could use the "40,865" number as a flag

to pinpoint transmissions.

[Slade sighing] Look.

I know you can get in.

[Darnell sighing]

Could get in.

I kept a backdoor open through a friend in Human Resources,

but Mannering's shut everything up tight.

- A friend, eh? Maybe she can lend you her password?

I'm guessing it's a "she."

Granting access to the CSIS database is pretty sexy.

- Check. - Really?

Huh. How'd you do that?

- Uh, can I borrow Bayani for a photo lineup?

- Sure. It'll give me time to get out of check.

- How are you doing with those flight lists? - Two different women,

each with four kids, entered Canada from Manila on a Sunday -

both Philippine nationals.

- And? - I requested passport photos.

But don't hold your breath. The Philippine government's notoriously slow.

Ah, damn! This kid's like a young Kasparov.

- You buy and sell children!

- I keep telling you, I'm just an accountant.

You are not even human!

You are like that, that disgusting stain on the street

that nobody even wants to walk on!

- Please, I don't know what you want from me.

Is this The Man?

The one you're scared of?

He can't hurt you anymore. We've got him locked up tight.

[Translator translating]

- What's his name? [Panicked reply in her mother tongue]

- Basilio Lanta. Cinta, please.

We can only keep you safe if you trust us.

[Translator translating]

[Replying in her mother tongue]

- She says if we talk to you, we die.

Never be safe.

Never.

- Cinta's shut down. She's terrified.

- What about the boy? - He won't talk as long as she tells him not to.

- Bayani adores Cinta - she's like his mother, his big sister,

and his best friend all rolled into one.

- Have you found somewhere for them to go? - I'm working on it.

- Maggie... - Look, the shelters are all full, thanks to us.

Plus, they could be in danger, and they'll almost certainly try and bolt.

- They belong in detention. - After what they've been through?

They need home cooking, a warm bath and a soft bed.

- You're taking them home? - Just for tonight.

I'll find them something else tomorrow.

I've already got the papers all ready.

We could just call it "protective custody."

[Rock music]

Hey, Dad.

- Hey, Zoe. I didn't know you were staying here tonight.

- But you're happy I am? - Always.

ICS made the news.

They say you've been locking people up all day.

Zoe...

Must be rough on you.

I know you hate that stuff.

Yeah.

You eaten?

- I do a mean frittata. - That sounds perfect.

Actually, I've been thinking.

- [Short laugh] - Here it comes.

- I've got to get rid of my car. I feel guilty every time I turn on the ignition.

Plus, it smells like a dead badger.

Okay...

- Your place is way closer to school than Mom's.

- Are you saying you want to move in?

- With me? - I'd prefer Ryan Gosling, but...

- I guess you'll do. - Have you talked to your mother about this?

- Mom and I are tight - we've done the whole separating,

coming together, learning- to-be-friends thing.

You and me - not so much.

Okay.

Good.

Because you definitely need looking after.

[Slade sighing]

Okay, smart guy.

Time for beddy-byes.

Hey, wake up. Put your arms around me.

[Moaning in effort]

[Soft bass melody]

[Knocking softly at the door]

- [Knocking a bit louder] - Hang on - I'm coming.

- This may be the stupidest thing I've ever done.

[Soft music]

[Siren in the background]

[Cell phone ringing]

Shit.

Jackson.

Let him go somewhere and sleep it off.

Where is he?

I'll be right there.

[Liz moaning]

Go back to sleep. [Liz moaning again] Look, I gotta go somewhere.

- I'll be back in an hour. - I won't be here.

Come on, Liz.

- Do you have any idea how big this promotion is for me?

If my superiors find out I'm screwing a foreigner-- - It's not like I'm an Iraqi.

- It's against the regulations. I told you that. - Hey, you came here, remember?

This can never happen again.

- Look, stay, go, do whatever you want.

I gotta go.

[Liz sighing and door opening]

[Coughing]

[Background chatter]

- Dad? - Yeah.

- That you? - Here.

- Ah, Jesus Christ. - I can't get up.

- Come on, come on. - What are you doing?

What are you doing down here?

- Some guy phoned, said you'd been in a fight. - What guy?

- I don't know. We're surrounded by bars here. I guess it was either a bartender or a bouncer.

He got my card somewhere in your pocket.

- Card? I don't have your goddamn card. - Hey, you know what?

You're going to need stitches. I'm taking you to the E.R.

- Look, son, your dad was not involved in any kind of a brawl or anything like that.

I was just passing by and there was some goof waiting for me. I don't know why.

He cold cocks me - there was nothing I could do. I swear to God.

I wasn't even drunk. Swear to God.

- You didn't happen to owe this goof any money, did you?

- I've never seen the guy before. I got everything.

I got the watch, I got my wallet - that's right there. I got the wedding ring.

You still wear that, huh?

Yeah, of course I do.

You serious, some guy called you? Really?

- You tell me you don't have my number somewhere in your wallet?

- I don't have your number.

You want to see what's in my wallet? Nothing. I got $5, yeah.

I got my fake I.D. Like, you know, you can just let me stay right here.

- No, come on, we're going. - I'll be happy just to die right here.

- It's my leg again, too. - Yeah.

You're a good boy, you.

Please, Cinta.

She's not cooperating.

Here, try these.

Slade pulled them from the Manila Police database:

Women who run brothels, women who abduct children.

She's tired.

- Well, neither of us got much sleep last night.

She tried to run away twice.

She's so sure The Man is going to find them. - Maggie?

There's a woman at security, says you're expecting her.

- Fingers crossed. Can you call the interpreter?

Hi, you must be Dian.

I'm Maggie Norton. And this is Cinta.

[Speaking in her mother tongue]

This lady wants to take care of you and Bayani.

[Cinta speaking about Bayani in her mother tongue]

- I'm sorry - did Peter not tell you?

I live in a tiny apartment. There's only room for Cinta.

Oh.

Uh... well, Cinta,

do you understand?

If you go with Dian, Bayani can't go with you? Could you explain that to her?

[Speaking in her mother tongue]

Is okay.

I go with lady.

- Well, there's a fair bit of paperwork.

Did you bring the affidavits and the notarized documents?

- Of course. - Then Family Services will take it from here.

I'll go get Bayani so they can say goodbye. - No!

No say goodbye.

- Cinta, are you sure? - Please...

Is better.

You take care Bayani.

- Is Cinta gone? - Yeah. What am I going to tell him?

He can visit her, right?

- Whoo-hoo!

The passport photos of the two women from Manila.

- Hey! - Bayani?

- What is it? - The lady!

From airplane.

- Cameras got her license plate as she left the parking lot. We put out a bulletin alert.

- I handed Cinta over to them gift-wrapped.

Why did she play along?

So Bayani could stay.

- Peter Mercado's an immigration lawyer and a Canadian citizen.

We can't land on him without a warrant.

- I've put together a list of Mercado's known clients.

Two of them cross-referenced with Interpol's list of human traffickers.

They're both doing time in New York state prisons.

Get me Special Agent Carver.

- The traffickers we brought in were strictly small change. The guys at the top walked.

Now, if Peter Mercado's one of them, we want in.

- [Cell phone ringing] - Kessler.

Thank you, Your Honor. The judge heard from Washington. We got our warrant.

[Layla]: Computer looks clean.

Mr. Mercado's a lawyer!

These files are protected

by attorney privilege!

- Got something. - Good.

Let's have a look.

Some kind of database. Under-the-table clients, maybe?

- Those are payments. Lot of money in selling children.

- [Electronic beeps] - Hey.

- That's mine! - Let's see who you were calling.

Got a number.

- I've tapped into the GPS for Mercado's phone.

4-2-1-7

Eastern Avenue - It's a walk-up.

Hang on, I'll look for the apartment.

I got the occupants list for the building, but I don't see him.

Wait.

Here's a numbered company in apartment 3-0-7.

[There's a signature] on the T-2 - it's just a scrawl.

There it is - "P. Mercado."

- Don't move! - What do you think you're doing?

- You're under arrest for assault, kidnapping, and trafficking in persons.

- Where's your warrant? - Got it right here.

- [Siren sounding] - [Liz]: Clear.

- And there is where Cinta bit you.

- Hey, hey. [Moaning]

Clear. Nothing.

- [Gagging] - Shh! Shh!

Come on. Come on. [Gagging]

[From inside]: Shh!

[Loud breathing] Shh!

[Screaming in fear]

- Oh, my God. - [Liz]: Cinta's not here.

- It's alright. It's alright. Are you okay?

Shh! Shh! It's alright.

Come on. Here. Give me your hand. It's okay.

We need an ambulance.

Where is she, you piece of shit? [Cell phone ringing]

- Hey! Hey! He's a lawyer, let's not hand him a brutality case. - Kessler.

- Her car's been sighted near Cherry Beach.

[Background radio conversation]

- [Sad music] - Oh, God.

[Maggie sniffling] It's okay.

♪♪ There is a house

♪ Built out of style

♪ Wooden floors, walls

♪ And window sills

♪ Tables and chairs

♪ Worn by all of the dust

♪ This is a place

♪ Where I don't feel alone

♪ This is a place

♪ Where I feel

♪ At home

♪♪♪

♪ 'Cause I built

♪ A home

- ♪ For you ♪ - What's this?

Names and deportation numbers.

Canada-wide, our sweep brought in

641 deemed deportees.

Not bad.

These are the other 40,224.

So Mannering leaked the stats.

- Slade tracked the missing deport files back to Mannering's CSIS account.

- With help from an old girlfriend of Darnell Williams.

She checked with us first.

What are you going to do?

- I've been sitting on a file Agent LaGarda sent me.

He must've really pissed her off.

There's enough there to bring him up on charges.

But you won't.

- Agent Mannering knows where a lot of bodies are buried.

Hell, he buried half of them himself.

I'm suspending him, pending further investigation.

Let me know if I can help.

- Oh no, you don't get off that easy.

Relations between ICS and CSIS

have never been so toxic.

- That's because Mannering-- - Don't give me that crap.

You've done more than your share to poison the waters.

So I'm appointing someone

who can mediate between both agencies.

Really.

Darnell Williams.

He'll be the official ICS-CSIS liaison -

and he will answer directly to me.

- Darnell. - You should be delighted.

You'll finally be working with someone you can trust.