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- Previously onThe Border... - I saw you throw away 10 grand

of government money in one coked-up bourbon-soaked weekend.

- I joined Gamblers Anonymous. - And you broke my heart.

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

A very hot environmental consultant. [Moaning in pleasure]

- The guy in the photo goes by Jimmy Kosik.

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

- [Seen him?] - No.

- [Slade]: It looks like Jimmy- Jay-James is a free agent now. - Why didn't you call me?

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

- I let a guy hold my rope, I wanna make sure he doesn't hang me with it.

- Look, Layla, this is complicated. - Why should I trust you?

[Laughter and background chatter in Russian]

[Chatting in Russian about the Maple Leafs]

[Fighting yells]

[Speaking and moaning in Russian]

[Accomplice screaming something to him in Russian]

[Moaning in pain]

[Commenting with satisfaction in Russian]

- An inspection agent found him in a refrigerated container.

- The truck came out of Toronto. - So who is he?

Some poor illegal who picked the wrong hiding place?

He's been badly beaten.

Doctor said actually being half- frozen probably kept him alive,

slowed the internal bleeding.

- Got an I.D.? - We ran his prints.

- Nikolai Yakushkin. - Ex-KGB.

FBI sources say he's now working for this man: Kiril Zubov,

a major dealer in three of Russia's most lucrative exports.

- Arms, drugs and women. - Right.

Whichever one the Russian mob is running across our border,

I want it stopped.

- This guy was really worked over.

With something like a baseball bat.

- Is he conscious? - In and out.

- We'd like to talk to him. - Not yet.

- It's still touch-and-go. - Just a couple of questions.

- One question. - Better make it a good one.

- Nikolai? I'm DHS agent Liz Carver.

Who did this to you?

[Monitor beeping normally]

Get...

Get Jimmy Kosik.

Jimmy Kosik?

Jimmy Kosik.

[Breathing with difficulty]

- [Monitor beeping abnormally] - Nurse!

We need you out of here, now, now. Go, go.

[Background medical chatter and monitor beeps]

[Long steady beep and lively background chatter]

- [Background chatter] - So, did you know Kosik was in Toronto?

- I haven't seen him since Calgary.

Heard from him?

No.

- E-mail? Postcards?Flowers?

I said no.

- Doctors couldn't save him. Yakushkin's dead.

So question one is: Who is Jimmy Kosik?

- He's a corporate spy. Ex-Russian sleeper.

- We ran into him on an oil tech case in Calgary.

Very slick.

- A rat. But I don't see him as a killer.

- We got a deathbed testimony. - You saw the shape

Yakushkin was in - who knows what he was trying to say?

Seemed pretty obvious.

Any idea where he is?

No.

- Yakushkin's personal effects. Thanks, Carl.

- French driver's license, British credit cards.

All under the name of a Leo Chatsky.

- None of it checked out, which is why we ran the prints.

- We got French and British labels, and...

Oh, wait a minute.

Got a knife?

- A guy tried to get on a plane with it last week.

- [Layla]: Hello! [Liz whistling in admiration]

- I guess diamonds aren't a guy's best friend.

Nikolai Yakushkin.

Customs at Pearson has him arriving three weeks ago

using the name Leo Chatsky - he came off a flight

- from Moscow and London. - No other trace?

- 'Til he shows up as a sno-cone on the other side of the river.

What about Jimmy Kosik?

- Arrived at Montreal-Trudeau 4 days ago using his real name.

It's refreshing. It's almost disarming.

His route was Moscow- London-Montreal.

- What's he using for an address in Canada?

- Hotel Gaston. He stayed one night.

- Not on any passenger lists of any Toronto flights? - Not yet.

Check Toronto hotels.

Moose, inform Montreal and Toronto police

that we want Kosik for questioning in a homicide.

Right.

- Last time we dealt with Mr. Kosik

he was working for the Chinese.

Let's see if they know his whereabouts.

- Not likely they'll wanna share intel.

- Remind Guoanbu in the past year we've handed over a major fugitive and stolen technology.

- They'll want to know what we're doing for them next year.

- Try. We need to find a diamond expert.

- Okay, so the guy takes a beating in Canada,

dies in the United States.

Who gets custody of the rock?

- Looks like we're in this together.

Let me file a prelim and we'll head north. - [Layla]: Hmm.

- Maybe you should take a pass on this one.

- Not a chance. I can't wait to see the look on Jimmy's face when I bring him down.

- See, that's what I'm talking about. It's going to get personal with you.

- Really, like you and Agent Carver?

- Hey, nothing happened with me and Liz.

Agent Carver.

- Nothing. - Bit of an oversell on the denial.

- Hey, we're two people working together, that's it. - Careful, your nose is growing.

- You all set? - Yeah, sure. Let's go.

[Background radio chatter]

- Diamonds are virtually anonymous.

It's almost impossible to tell where they come from.

Unless you have a certificate of registration? - No.

- After the outcry against blood diamonds,

many countries established registries, so that people

will know their diamonds come from legitimate sources.

- But if the paperwork gets lost or separated from the stone,

there's no way to trace its origins. - In most cases, that's true.

- Don't some Canadian mines mark their diamonds?

- Yes. They laser them with a microscopic trademark on the girdle of each stone.

Like a maple leaf, a polar bear or, in this case,

the trademark of the GSL mine in the Northwest Territories.

But they produce thousands of stones.

There's no way to identify this specific one.

- Untraceable, easily concealed, doesn't lose its value.

- That's why it's the preferred currency of organized crime.

- Hotels, planes, Montreal and Toronto - nada on Jimmy Kosik.

Nothing back from the cops.

- The Chinese aren't talking, either.

- He's out there somewhere. Stay on it.

- Maybe you and I should grab a bite, figure out our next move.

- Yeah, sure. - Really?

- You can tell me what's going on between Layla and Kosik.

- What do you mean? Nothing's going on.

- Alright. See you tomorrow.

[Background chatter and phone ringing]

- Got something? - Not really.

- Well, we're nowhere, so I'll listen to all the "not really's."

- Okay, Jimmy gave me his card in Calgary.

"Environmental Consultant."

- You kept his card? - It's no big deal.

I also kept the soap and shampoo from the hotel.

- Go ahead, give him a call. - It was just a front for the Calgary job.

- It's probably a dead end. - What have we got to lose?

[Dialing beeps]

- Voice mail. - No, no, no.

Leave a message. Make it good.

- Hey, Jimmy? It's Layla. So, if you ever do get to Toronto,

call me, and maybe we can go out for dinner.

And you can apologize for screwing me over.

647-555-0149. Bye.

- That was a little too much edge.

- You gave me performance anxiety.

What's that?

- Oh yeah, like you wouldn't know anything about that.

[Siren in the background]

[Knocking at the door]

- Hey, guess what. I'm gonna be staying with you for a couple of days.

- What about the new apartment? - They're gonna paint the place.

Nobody told me. I can't take the fumes. Okay? - You're trying to duck someone?

- You know, you're starting to develop a real suspicious streak in your nature.

I don't know f I like that.

Don't make me go to a hotel. I just need a couple of days.

- Alright, but look, crash on the couch.

- On the couch? - Yeah.

- Ever since I got rolled in that alley, my back's been--

- It's the couch or the floor. Take your pick.

- My only son won't even give up his bed

- for his crippled old man. - Jesus.

[Music and crowd cheering on TV]

[Cell phone ringing]

Sergeant Hourani.

- Hey, it's me. Your call made my day.

- How are you, Jimmy? - [I'm very glad you called.]

Well, I'm not sure why I did.

- It's mind control - you couldn't help yourself.

Invisible thought waves.

- Are you in town? - I will be if it means dinner tomorrow night.

Uh, okay.

Um, where will you be staying?

- I don't know yet. I'll phone when I get in.

[You can pick the restaurant,]

[okay, since I'm the one apologizing.]

Alright. Bring your kneepads.

- [Jimmy laughing] - Sounds like fun.

[Beep]

Oh, sorry kid.

Wake you up?

- You're out of luck there. - What?

- I keep my spare cash in a sock under the mattress.

- Oh no, that ain't it. I was just looking for a light.

Sure.

- Okay, I wanna be straight up with you. Can I be straight up with you?

- Why change decades of habitual behavior?

- Okay, this isn't exactly easy.

- You know what, dad, I gotta go back to sleep. So, how much?

- Five? - Five hundred?

- Large. - Five grand!

- The guy's pressing. He's gonna turn it over to a collector. You know what that means.

- What happened to this wad you flashed around? You blew that?

- I had some solid information on a horse, it'd run like a pig,

and then I tried catch-up on the Leafs - I'm an idiot.

- So you think I got five grand lying around?

- I don't know. What can you manage?

- I just got out from under myself, you know.

My credit rating's not exactly triple-A.

- What are you telling me? You're a player? I didn't know.

- Like father, like son, huh. - You gonna blame me for that, too?

- Look, I stopped, alright?

They got meetings - that's something you should try.

- Oh, thank you. But I can hardly do that.

I still owe the guy. I can't unring that bell.

Now I gotta have a face-to-face with the guy pronto.

What?

- I'm trying to think of a single reason

why I should help you.

[Cell phone ringing and TV playing in the background]

Kessler.

Good morning.

I suddenly had the urge to call and say goodnight.

- So you're a lot further away than England. - [Mm-hmm. Further and darker.]

God, don't you find this life gets lonely sometimes?

- What are we playing at, Charlotte?

- Is that what we're doing? Playing?

- Weeks of silence and then a flurry

- [of provocative phone calls?] - I told you, I get lonely. - [Charlotte--]

- [Bid me goodnight, Michael.] Please?

Good night, Charlotte.

[Overhead announcement in the background]

[Door opening]

- [Sports news in the background] - Dad.

- You have a good time last night?

Fantastic.

- Don't you have class today? [Intoxicated laugh]

[News in the background]

- This is what we have on Kiril Zubov.

- Frosty the Russian Snowman's boss? - That's right.

In the 90s Zubov sold planeloads of military hardware

to the rebels in Sierra Leone, the Congo, and Angola.

- After the Soviet Union broke up, every second general was doing that.

I was gonna pick up a T-4 tank, but I couldn't get a parking permit.

- Alright, so Zubov most likely took payment in diamonds.

- Really? Yakushkin's diamond was from a Canadian mine.

- What's the connection? - Don't know yet.

Inspector Williams, you were in Africa, right?

- Yes. - Did you ever hear of an arms dealer named Zubov?

- He supplied arms to the rebels in Sierra Leone.

After 6 years of war, when the president asked his people

to join hands in peace, the rebels hacked off hands.

And arms, lips, ears.

20,000 mutilated,

at least 50,000 killed.

- Jeez. Search "Sierra Leone blood diamonds" and this is what you get.

- [Darnell]: Everybody made money - politicians, smugglers,

arms dealers, diamond merchants.

Everyone except the miners slaving away in the muck of the Sewa River.

- Jimmy Kosik has agreed to meet Sergeant Hourani.

How'd you manage that?

- He thinks we're two friendly adversaries checking in with each other.

- So he just wants to pump you? For information?

- Yeah, something like that. - Create a takedown scenario for me to review.

- Make sure it's tight. If he figures it's a trap, you could end up like Yakushkin.

Hey, Moose.

I got Sergeant Wheeler on the line, from the Yellowknife RCMP.

- Sergeant, look at you. Gone all high-tech in the north?

- Oh yeah. I gotta put on lipstick now every time I make a phone call.

- You checked our diamond with the GSL Mine?

- [No luck.] It could be any one of a hundred.

Once the stone's in the wholesale market, no telling how it got to your man.

- So, no recent thefts, suspicious activity? - [No thefts.]

[A couple weeks ago] a cutter/polisher took a sudden leave of absence.

Said she had to go down to Toronto [to take care of her brother.]

- Yeah? What do you have on her?

- Tamara Hardisty. Good record with the company. But the brother - him we know.

- He's got a sheet? - Patrick Hardisty.

[Teenage glue sniffer. Moved on to different kinds of substance abuse.]

We've pulled him in for disorderly conduct, possession.

- His sister always bails him out. - Do you think that's why she came to Toronto?

- I can imagine all sorts of ways Patrick could get himself into trouble down there.

- Yeah, we're a regular sin city down here. - [That's what I've heard.]

- Even wilder than Edmonton. - That's us.

- Okay, I'll send you what I got on the Hardistys. [Moose and Maggie thanking her]

- This is from the Yellowknife TV station. Tamara Hardisty.

- GSL promised to train local people

in all aspects of the diamond industry.

I'm training to be a cutter and polisher.

They've brought in top craftsmen from Europe to teach us.

It's really a great opportunity.

- Continuing with the "Hardisty family film festival,"

RCMP interrogation video.

- What were you doing behind the drugstore, Patrick?

I had to take a piss.

- It was 3 a.m. You weren't trying to get into the store?

Naw.

- So the screwdriver we found jammed in the door lock wasn't yours?

- Naw. - [Moose]: Oh yeah, I'm buying this.

- Check with Metro, see if they encountered Mr. Hardisty. - Yeah.

Forget diamonds.

Families are forever.

- So, how soon could I draw the money?

Okay, good. Thanks.

That was the Credit Union.

I'm thinking of putting a down payment on a condo.

- Gray Jackson settling down?

Cue the Four Horsemen.

Well, you know...

- Any thoughts about decor?

Maybe American Modern, so Liz will feel more at home? - Would you let that go?

- I get the feeling she knows about Jimmy and me.

And I was just wondering if you talked in your sleep.

- No, I haven't said anything to anyone and I don't plan to, alright?

[Cell phone ringing]

- [Layla whistling as to call] - Slade. Slade.

- Hello? - Dinner all set?

- Yeah, I made reservations at Le Select for 7.

- Want me to pick you up? - [No, don't worry about me.]

- I'll meet you there. - Okay, it's on Wellington, just west of Spadina.

- [I'll find it.] - So, uh,

how far did you have to go to make this date?

- For you, I'd go around the world. [See you at 7.]

- [Beep] - Ah!

Exactly one second too short,

like he was toying with me.

- He probably was. - Maybe you should have talked dirty?

You know, get the little brain doing the thinking. - Oh, it's not little.

[Motorist honking]

No.

Dad, we went through this before, alright.

Yeah. No, I got the money, alright. But there's conditions.

I wanna give it to the bookie, personally - I want to make sure he gets it.

Hey, look Dad, you don't like this, tap some other sucker, alright?

[Motorists honking]

[Cell phone ringing]

Hello.

- I got a surprise for you. - Am I gonna like it?

- I'm gonna take you someplace you never been before.

Uh, I made reservations.

- Just humor me, okay? I want this to be very special.

- Okay, pick me up at Le Select. - [No, meet me.]

[Northeast corner of Yonge and Queen.] Twenty minutes.

- Boy, you had better deliver the goods.

Depend on it.

[Dialing beeps]

- [Motorist honking] - Alright, it's blown.

- Kosik changed the venue. - Is he on to us?

- I don't know. - Where's Layla? Is she exposed?

- Kosik wants her to pick him up at Queen and Yonge. - Busy intersection,

crowds, streetcars, - no way to control the scene. - He's on to us.

What now?

- My God, look at you. You look terrific.

Where are we going?

- Just keep heading west. I'll tell you when to turn, alright?

- Is this a dinner date or a kidnapping?

- You could use a little mystery in your life, couldn't you?

[Both laughing] My God, I missed you.

What are you up to?

- Are you on the run, Jimmy? - What?

Hey, don't turn here. Why are you turning?

I told you to go straight, I'll tell you when to turn. What the hell are you doing? Hey!

- Ride's over, chief. Don't move.

[Siren sounding]

- ICS! - Don't move!

How you doin', Jimmy?

[Background radio chatter]

What's going on, Layla?

You tell me.

- You're a suspect, Mr. Kosik, in a murder investigation.

- Murder... What's ICS doing on a homicide case?

- Congratulations, you managed to kill this guy on both sides of the border.

Do you recognize this man?

What happened to him?

- In this dance, we lead. Answer the question.

His name is Nikolai Yakushkin.

His friends call him "The Yak." What happened?

- His dying words named you as his killer.

- That's impossible. If he said my name, he was saying I could help.

- Help how? - Money, get him out of trouble.

You know, find his killers. [Knocking at the door]

Can you step out?

- You want a code? - I'm fine.

- Thought you might be interested in this.

Kosik's case.

- This ties you even tighter to Yakushkin's murder.

- Okay, I'll tell you what I know.

If we work on this together.

- You're still confused. Cops. Bad guy.

Okay, have your people

contact Interpol headquarters in Lyon.

Tell them to ask for Monsieur Verloc.

I assume you've connected "The Yak" to Kiril Zubov?

- Bonjour, Monsieur Verloc. Ici sergent Hourani,

"Sécurité d'Immigration et Douanes du Canada."

Oui.

- Zubov had a fortune in African diamonds.

Then Global Witness and Amnesty started telling the world

how blood diamonds financed war and wholesale mutilations.

And all of the sudden, poor Mr. Zubov can't move his stones.

- Isn't there always someone who'll buy diamonds? - Yeah, but not for full value.

And these are quality gems.

- But they'll buy nice clean Canadian diamonds.

- So Zubov decides to launder his blood diamonds and pass them off as Canadian.

Exactly. See, "The Yak" and I

smuggle the African diamonds from Russia into Canada.

Somebody lasers a Canadian logo onto them,

then we smuggle them into New York and sell them.

- In your scenario, how does "The Yak" end up dead?

- He did the first run into Canada.

Probably skimmed a few diamonds off the top.

I guess they wanted them back.

- [Knocking at the door] - We have some information.

So, Interpol confirms that Jimmy's working undercover

for the Russian Unified Diamond Association.

- They're Russia's biggest diamond consortium.

- You checked his credentials? - Faxed his photo and prints. - So he's legit.

- Yeah. - Russia's the second largest diamond producer in the world.

And they don't like the idea of Zubov flooding the market with tainted product.

- If they can't control the supply, they can't control the prices.

- I try not to judge. - Why didn't Russian Unified go to the police?

- Police where? In what country? My client wants a detailed map of Zubov's network:

who's counterfeiting the stones, who's buying them.

- You used Yakushkin to get you in with Zubov? - We did business in the past.

- And what have you found out? - I'm waiting to hear from the Canadians. It's as far as I got.

Well, from here on, Mr. Kosik,

wherever you go, we go.

- I knew it. I knew he wasn't a killer.

I don't believe you.

- I just said he wasn't a murderer.

[Siren in the background]

[Beep]

- Charlotte: [Hello again. You're probably getting ready for bed after a hard day.]

[Let me picture that.]

[Mm-hmm, yeah. You're not a pajamas man, I hope--]

Hi.

Is that a gun?

Gotta go.

- You told me you were going to set this up for tomorrow.

- It is tomorrow. - Ah...

- Sammy doesn't exactly keep the civil servants hours.

Okay, here he comes.

- This is him. - Alright, after this, I'm telling him you're cut off.

- Okay, no more bailouts. - Skip the sermon. Just give him the dough and we get outta here.

Oh no, this is not Sammy. It's his guys.

What?

- So where is it? - Yeah, I got it.

Tell your boss not to take any bets from this man, alright?

- [Dad laughing] - Let's go.

- What's this? - Just keep walking.

- What do you mean, what's that? It's 5,000.

- [Chuckling] - That's not enough.

It's the vig.

It's a gesture of good will here, okay?

You're cool with that. Right?

How much does he owe you guys?

Eighty grand!

- Hey, hey! Whoa, whoa! - Can't we talk about this? - Guy's making a big mistake.

- No, this guy made the mistake. He doesn't pay up by tomorrow,

that would be an even bigger mistake.

[Moaning in pain]

- Hey, alright. - Jesus!

- You were late last night. - Got in just before your friend left.

Really late.

- Maybe we need to agree on some house rules.

- Yeah, good. How about, if you bring someone home,

you leave a tie on your bedroom doorknob - I'll use a scarf.

Eighty grand?

How the hell did you get into Sammy for 80 grand? - I was up 25!

I was on a hot streak and then it all went wrong. I don't know. [Siren sounding]

- It's a sickness. You know that, huh? You're sick.

- There was something I want to ask you - don't you guys do that witness protection program?

Couldn't you get me in something like that, send me out west, give me some money?

- You gotta be kidding me. You got nothing the Crown wants. And you know what else?

I'm not going to spend the rest of my life being your bodyguard.

- That's a relief. After that piss-poor job you did on that last night, I'm glad to hear it.

- Are we turning the Yakushkin homicide over to Metro? - Not yet.

Canada's the third largest diamond producer in the world.

The last thing the industry needs is to have our diamonds compromised.

- America's the largest market. Nobody wants to celebrate their love

with a blood diamond from some Russian mobster.

- So we watch Kosik until he makes contact. - And we watch him very closely.

He does not inspire trust.

I second that emotion.

- So this Patrick Hardisty, the doper brother of the diamond cutter,

- he was picked up in a bar fight - assault and assault police.

He got six months suspended sentence - if he went treatment.

- Did he go for it? - Yeah, records indicated he's currently up in Elmvale.

- Elmvale? - Yeah, kinda upscale for a kid from the tundra.

My sister?

Tamara, she's in Yellowknife.

How do you know that?

- She calls me every Sunday to see how I'm doing.

From Yellowknife?

Yeah.

I tell her she shouldn't be spending all her money keeping me in a place like this.

But she says just to worry about getting myself better.

- What brought you down to Toronto?

- Guy said he had a job for me. - What guy?

- I don't know. Friend of a guy I knew.

- You remember his name? - No.

There was no job when I got here.

He had some good shit, though.

Next thing I know I'm in the can.

So I called my sister.

- How you doing? Getting better?

I'm trying.

Eric.

- What was that? - The guy with no job.

His name was Eric.

Something like Eric or...

Igor.

He was Russian.

- Cutter must know how to laser the trademark on GSL diamonds. And the sister has a weak spot.

- They frame the brother into a sucker play.

- She fakes the diamonds, they pay money for Patrick's rehab.

- So she's here in Toronto counterfeiting diamonds.

Is she willing or has she been coerced? [Cell phone ringing]

- I guess we'll know that when we find her. - Kessler.

- The meeting's going down but we can't hear a thing.

- He picked this spot because of the traffic noise.

Isn't Kosik wired?

- Come on, if I had any more filters running I'd be a Brita.

Ah! As much as it pains me to admit it, [technology has its limits.]

- He could be playing his part. - Or warning them off.

- [Gray]: He's handing over the briefcase.

Take them down. Now.

Let's go.

All units move in.

Detain all subjects. Go! Go!

ICS! Hands on your head!

Alright, get down, get down.

Give me the bag.

- They said they'd contact me to take a shipment south in a couple of days.

- They didn't give you any clue as to where they were counterfeiting the diamonds?

- No. And now we don't know who their buyer is in New York.

Why the hell didn't you just let it play out? - We've got them in custody.

We can interrogate them to get their contacts. [Uneasy laugh]

- No, you can't. They're professionals. They're not gonna tell you anything.

Even if you speak very sharply to them.

- We're screwed. - Keep in touch.

- Maintain surveillance on Kosik?

Absolutely.

- Still haven't said one "Da" or "Niet."

- Anything on the Hardisty woman?

Nothing.

She looks nice. Hope nothing bad's happened to her.

- Probably too much to hope for if she tangled with those two.

- Well, good night. - [Darnell]: Good night.

[Phone ringing in the background]

[Phone ringing in the background]

- You think I will talk to you? I will tell you nothing.

- I'm not asking you to talk.

[Greeting in Russian]

[Angry reply in Russian]

Got everything?

Edik.

- Yak was my friend. - He was thief.

- I'm going to send your boss a message

to show him it's unwise to kill my friends.

[Car engine starting]

And you, Edik,

you're gonna be the message.

In two containers. [Saw motor roaring]

[Edik]: Stop! Stop! Stop!

- What's this about Jimmy Kosik slipping surveillance last night?

- He claimed he went for a walk. He's back in the hotel this morning. We tightened up.

Good.

- Edik, uh, decided to talk earlier this morning.

What prompted that?

- You know these Russians. Moody, temperamental.

- A sudden change of heart?

- You could say. He gave me the contact information for New York.

And the location of their Toronto operation.

Ms. Hardisty? Ms. Hardisty.

I'm with the police.

[Crying] You're alright, you're okay.

- Thank you. [Crying again]

[Mike]: You're safe.

You're okay.

Come on. Let's sit down.

[Still crying]

Shh. It's okay.

You're gonna be alright. [Still crying]

- Oh, hey. Guess what, I was talking to Sammy.

He says he can have a meeting with you.

- Yeah? Tell him I want to have another meeting with his goons.

Okay, tough guy.

Look, Sammy thinks we can work something out here.

- We? - Look, just take the meeting.

It's gonna be the last thing I'll ever ask you to do. And if don't like what he ahs to say--

- Well, I already don't like it. - Good, then that's that.

And I'll find a way to disappear.

- You're always working me, huh?

I'm just askin'.

- We've got the New York contact.

Zubov will be there, too.

- We have plenty of counterfeit stones from the Toronto operation to bait the trap.

- Need me to get in the door? - No guarantees your cover hasn't been blown by now.

- Won't know 'til we try, right?

- There'll be an agent with you at all times. - Okay.

Sergeant Hourani might do.

- So what've we got on the guy who's buying?

- Alan Klein. 47th Street dealer.

- Wholesaler mostly. - Pretty successful, from the looks of the neighborhood.

Hmm.

It's a good package. My compliments.

- [Sighing] - With any luck, this'll be over in about an hour.

What are we gonna do after that?

- Debrief, get back on the plane.

- Yeah. You know, the Pierre has more legroom.

Better food, too, I hear.

- Even at a time like this? - What?

- You're incredible. [Laughing]

[Hedge trimmer motors roaring]

[What's taking so long?]

- [Relax. He's buying serious diamonds.]

[He has to kick the tires.]

[What if Zubov's on to Kosik?]

[Layla's in there without no comm link, no gun.]

- [She's a pro. She knows what she's doing.]

- [You saw what they did to Yakushkin.]

[You're angsting like...]

[Like what?]

- [Like a guy who's really worried about a woman he cares about.]

- [Yeah, she's my partner. Of course, I care about her.]

- [What, are you jealous?] - [Oh, please!]

- [If it were you in there, I'd be jumping out of my skin.]

[What, you got no snappy comeback?]

[Not today.]

[Hedge trimmer motors roaring in the background]

- Too bad about Yakushkin, huh?

What happened to him?

- He was disloyal. Tried to operate on his own.

For success we must all work together. Like brothers. - Sure.

Very nice.

- A special girl? - No, not really.

Something I learned, you know, for smuggling, the more body cavities the better, right?

[Both laughing]

- I could give her something special.

Would you be willing to share, brother Kosik?

Sure.

Come here. Come here.

- Excellent. Excellent. We're almost done here.

Why don't you go into the city and have a good time, hmm?

Okay. Look, I'm going to go.

You're with him now.

- Wait a minute-- - Whoa!

Hey, come along. Let's have some fun, huh? - Don't touch me.

- Hey! If you're going to do that, take it upstairs.

What's the matter with you?

[Birdsong]

[Choking]

[Three gunshots]

- The stones. Get the stones!

- Ah! - Hey! Hey!

Try hitting me, brother.

Huh? Try hitting me.

- Jimmy! [Gunshot] Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

[Sirens sounding]

- Police! Drop your weapons! - Get on the ground!

- Hands up! Get down on the ground now!

[Gray]: Do it! Get down!

[Background radio chatter]

Get an ambulance! Please!

- It's okay. [Layla wailing] Come on. Come on. It's okay.

- Come on. - Oh, my God!

[Background radio chatter]

Okay. Alright.

[Background radio chatter]

[Background paramedical chatter]

[Ambulance engine starting]

[Birdsong]

[Background radio chatter]

- Jimmy died before he hit the ground

but Layla wouldn't leave him.

I guess she really cared about the guy.

Yeah. I'm done here.

- Hey, after we're through the paperwork,

the Bureau boys are going to this Italian place in the Bronx.

- You in? - No, I can't.

- I understand. Layla. - No, no, I gotta go back to Toronto.

See a guy about a thing.

[Sighing]

[Background radio chatter]

What's this?

Your guys missed one.

[Background radio chatter]