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- Previously onThe Border... - I got a father who only comes around

when he needs something, all right - it sucks.

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

Look, Sammy thinks we can work something out here.

- We? - Just take the meeting.

Is that a gun?

- Darnell Williams. He'll be the official ICS-CSIS liaison.

- Charlotte Bates. Of Her Majesty's secret intelligence service.

- Charlotte Bates can't be trusted. Let's just say she plays by her own rules.

[Background radio conversation]

- [Overhead]: Please have your customs declaration forms

filled out and ready to present to the customs officer.

[Background chatter]

- Let's avoid a freak show. - The ambulance is standing by.

[Overhead announcement]

- Hi. - Hello.

- Inspector Williams, ICS. Superintendent Norton.

We're here to fast-track you through customs.

- I'm Deevesh Silva. This is my wife Jalani and our son Parath.

[Maggie]: Hi.

- And my brother, Sethukavalar. - Seth is fine.

- You are so good to help us. - How are you doing, Parath?

- Good. - He gets air sickness.

But I gave him something for nausea - makes him sleepy.

[Overhead announcement]

Thank you.

- ...clearance process faster, easier,

and more efficient. [Background chatter]

Not much longer, Parath.

We'll get you settled in at the hospital.

[Overhead announcement]

- We'll be taking the long way round today.

- An extra couple of minutes to avoid video cameras

isn't the end of the world. [Overhead announcement]

[Speaking an Asian language]

[Replying in the same language]

[Background chatter]

Is he all right?

Parath, wake up!

Hey, he's not breathing! Parath!

- Call the paramedics! - [Parents]: Parath! Parath!

- [All talking at the same time] - We need paramedics now!

Is he allergic to anything?

- No! No! - Be careful.

- Parath! Parath! Wake up! - Where are the medics?

- [Overhead announcement] - Please, do something! Parath?

- It's not working. His airway's blocked.

Please, somebody do something!

- Maggie, can you hold his head? And keep his neck extended.

- [Maggie]: Okay. - Has anyone got a tissue?

I do. Parath!

Here, I have a pen.

- What are you doing? What are you doing? What?

[Mother crying]

Deevesh!

- You certainly got more out of first aid training than I did.

How's Parath Silva?

- Stabilized and en route to hospital.

I knew Darnell was a crack shot,

but a curbside tracheotomy?

Whoo! Stone-cold Ginsu!

- You checked with his London doctor

- if he was cleared to travel? - In triplicate.

- Brits love their forms. - Why did he stopped breathing?

- Parath already had a compromised airway.

His surgeon, Doctor Abramowicz, said it was respiratory arrest,

brought on partly by his condition

and partly by the sedatives his mom gave him for air sickness.

- Last thing we need is more drama on this.

What's the deal?

It's not like this kid's the first to come

to Toronto Pediatric for an extreme makeover.

Orders from the Minister.

She was adamant - no publicity.

Yeah, tabloids are brutal.

If they had these pictures,

only thing booting this face off the front page would be a shot

of the PM drowning the homeless.

[Ambulance siren sounding and motorist honking]

- Neurofibromatosis is a genetically-transmitted disease

that affects the development of neural cell tissues.

Parath's is an extreme case.

- What happened at the airport will interfere with his surgery?

- No, no, no. His trachea's healing nicely.

I mean, we'll monitor him for another day to be sure,

but his condition is life-threatening.

We don't want to wait any longer then we have to.

- We're trying to maintain the family's privacy.

- How long will he have to stay? - Seven to ten days, post-op.

Another week before you can put him on a plane.

- [Overhead announcement] - Thanks.

- You're very welcome. Bye. - Bye.

Look at this.

We've got a telly, video games. Mum won't be able to shift us.

- You have everything you need? - Yes, thank you.

Everyone has been so good to us.

- So, good luck tomorrow, Parath.

- No talking, Parath. Remember what Doctor Abramowicz said?

You have to save your throat.

He can't wait to have the operation.

He wants to play football with his friends. - Ah!

And eat kiri pani.

Most important for a Sri Lankan boy.

- How could I forget? - Take care.

- [Overhead]: Dr. Timmins, please call 3-2-7.

[Background chatter]

- I want 3 shifts 24/7 at the door.

- That's going a little heavy on the security, isn't it?

- The press might try to slime a photo op.

- Hey, our job here is done. It's up to the hospital to keep out unwanted visitors.

- Just doing what I can to make it easier for the family.

Slade, did you pull the security footage

from the airport this morning?

- Right here. What are we looking for?

- I thought I saw a person of interest

in security corridor B-5: Him. Zoom in.

Run his face through the system. See what comes up.

- Or else, what? You'll stab me in the throat?

- Damn straight. - Whoa!

Banker's hours? It's only 8:30.

Good night.

Night.

[Siren sounding and motorist honking]

- You can turn the light on, you know.

- [Chuckling] - That wouldn't be very mysterious.

I'd be as bland and predictable as all the other women you know.

- You couldn't be bland if your life depended on it.

Luckily, it never has.

Business or pleasure?

- I've made it clear that if there's a job to be done

in Canada, then, uh, I'm the one to do it.

- What job are you on right now?

[Charlotte laughing] I had to ask.

- I'm here. And you're here.

And we have the entire night.

This is insane, you know that.

- All I want is that you keep an open mind - it's all I'm askin'.

- Can you do that for me? - Let's just get this over with.

Sammy.

- You Dougie's boy? - Yeah.

- Nice to meet you. - Alright, can we dispense with the pleasantries, here?

- You got an impatient kid, here, Dougie.

- Disrespectful, even. - Kids today, what can you do.

He didn't pay attention when we talked manners.

- Your dad's into me for 80 large. Got himself all jammed up.

- Yeah, well, I'm working on it, alright. - Father of an ICS agent.

That's worth something.

Some friends of ours have expressed interest.

I could lay off Dougie's paper, earn myself some favor.

- But you don't wanna do that, right? Tell him, Gray.

It's what we're here for - we'll work something out right now.

- I got a little transportation issue.

Lot of nice cars, not enough drivers. Especially across the border.

- Okay, sure. I can do that for ya. I'll drive.

- I need somebody to make sure my American cars reach my Canadian clients.

- No questions asked. - That's it, I'm outta here.

- We're talkin' rich guys and their cars. No one'll miss them.

The insurance companies, they pick everything up. - I'm border police, remember?

Nice talking to you there, Sammy.

- I'll get in touch. - [Gray]: Yeah.

- [Pager system beep] - Paging Dr. Williams.

- Paging Dr. Williams. - Give it a rest.

- Look who you spied with your little eye.

Something starting with T for "Tamil terrorist."

Badri Raja. Visiting from Sri Lanka.

For the last 7 years.

Used a fake name and SIN

to land a job at Terminal 1.

- Working at the airport? That takes some balls.

- Please, those are wood. Wanna go for brass? [Typing and computer noises]

Guy's part of a loving extended family.

He's Cobra Vairesh.

- Voted "Toronto's Most Violent Tamil Gang" 3 years running.

Killing other Sri Lankans in the name of Tamil independence.

And you just happened to spot him?

When's his next shift?

Uh, 6am tomorrow.

- Call Gray and Layla. Tell them to pick him up first thing.

[Overhead announcement]

- If this guy doesn't come out in another minute, I'm gonna drag his ass out myself.

- Relax. There's only one exit. You okay?

- Yeah, I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night.

- Mmm! Big date with Agent Carver?

If only.

- Boarding call for Flight 813 with service to Philadelphia--

- This guy' supposed to be airport security. Now he's what, a baggage handler?

- He's got two jobs. Hey, excuse me.

Immigration and Customs Security.

I work here.

- Yeah? Not anymore, you don't.

Who're you phoning at 6am?

Got a line on something

coming in? Going out? What?

Here we go. Looks like our friend here has 3 jobs.

He's the Cobra Vairesh official photographer.

- You make it very hard to get out of bed.

- You're lucky I have a breakfast meeting.

Anybody I know?

[Charlotte laughing]

[Background chatter]

Do you know him?

No.

- Badri Raja. He's a member of the Cobra Vairesh.

You have heard of them. Have they given you trouble before?

- I left Sri Lanka to get away from the fighting.

But there's no escape.

This is the way it is for Tamils everywhere.

- What do you mean, the way it is?

- We're forced to give money to support the war for an independent Tamil State.

- What happens if you don't pay? - They kill your family in Sri Lanka.

Or they shoot you in the head in front of your children.

- Murder and extortion dressed up as freedom fighting.

- I own a small curry take-away in Putney. Nothing much.

But every week, they come, demanding money.

I tell them I spend everything to save my son.

- They're going to an extraordinary amount

of trouble just to shake you down.

I mean, how much are we talking about? A few hundred dollars?

- Look, it's not the money for them - it's the principle.

If I don't pay, they look weak.

- We have this man in custody. And we won't let him, or anyone else come near your family.

- Toronto, London - it doesn't matter where we go.

The Cobra Vairesh have eyes everywhere.

[People chatting and child coughing in the background]

Good morning.

You must be Zoe.

- And you must be "English lady friend."

Charlotte. My daughter.

And this is Will.

Oh, we've met.

- Hi. - Will's one of my profs.

- Assistant prof, and she's not in my section.

I'm still working on my Ph.D.

From Cambridge.

- Really? Which college? - Hughes Hall. - I was at King's.

But I used to sneak into Hughes to visit my boyfriend.

Is Dr. Selby still holding court

in the Pickerel every Thursday evening?

- Yeah. He's uh, he's still there.

- Brilliant mind. - Incredible.

- Don't worry. He won't last the week.

- Is that an offer to shoot him?

Oh, so amusing.

She'll tire of that poseur by the weekend. I guarantee it.

- Tamil gang members have been targeting Parath's father.

- Here? - Someone spotted him arriving at the airport.

Deevesh Silva says they're after money but there could be more to the story.

- Staff meeting in ten. - Oh, very good.

Um, this is Dr. James.

She's the newest addition to our plastic surgery staff.

And she's going to be observing Parath's procedure.

Superintendent Norton, ICS.

- The superintendant thinks the Silvas may have

personal security issues.

Is everything all right?

- I'm just following up on information received recently.

But if you or your staff notice anything out of the ordinary,

please don't hesitate to give me a call.

- Certainly. - Alright.

- Three separate jobs at the airport, with fake SIN numbers

and forged ID.

- Impressive. You'd make a great undercover agent.

- Too bad he'll be rotting in a Sri Lankan jail.

- Why'd you take this photo? - He forgot to give at the office?

Your Cobra buddies told you to shake him down?

- [Layla]: Maybe they threatened you, too.

Maybe you're a victim just like him.

- No way. You're a bad ass, right?

This guy? No.

The London Cobra Vairesh are bad ass.

You Toronto guys are just pussies.

[Man moaning in pain]

See, now you pissed her off.

- Badri shared his photo of Deevesh.

Sent it to an email address.

- Have you got a name? - Sanjeewa Jayaseelan.

Guess where he works?

Air traffic control?

That's good. No.

He's a janitor at Toronto Pediatric.

Thank you.

- [Mike]: Thank you. I'll take over here.

- Good luck getting a word in edgewise.

Who's your friend Sanjeewa?

Cobra Vairesh like you?

You think that brings you respect?

Preying on a family with a dying kid?

Squeezing them dry?

I'm going to go introduce myself to Sanjeewa now.

Make him an offer.

One of you is gonna talk to me

and the other one's gonna be on the next flight to Colombo.

And you can show your tattoo to the Sinhalese government.

I'm sure they'll be very interested.

This is nice.

I expected something rather drabber from CSIS.

- We're re-branding our image.

- They couldn't have chosen a better man for the job.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Williams. [Music in the background]

Sanjeewa?

Did you check the hospital database?

Okay. Thanks.

The locals know your man is in town.

Shit.

[Phone ringing in the background]

Where's Darnell?

- Well, I heard an espresso machine and an order for pain au chocolat.

So either he's joined the Foreign Legion, or it's breakfast.

- Uh, okay, tax returns. Alright, how many years back?

- Gray, we're picking up Sanjeewa. Let's go.

Yeah, whatever you need.

Look, how soon can I access this credit line?

Yeah, I tell you what, I gotta go. I'll phone you back.

[Cell phone ringing]

- [Mike]: What the hell? Pull over.

- You take care. Thanks.

You're welcome.

- [Uneasy laugh] - Hello, Michael.

- Did you enjoy your breakfast?

[People screaming]

[Darnell]: Jesus!

[People screaming]

Lock this place down.

Around-the-clock protection for the Silvas.

- I'll get the surveillance tapes over to Slade.

- What about this Sanjeewa guy? - He's our lead suspect. I want him found.

[Background medical chatter]

Get the word out to Metro and the RCMP: we want to talk to all the suspicious Tamils they know.

- Right. [Background chatter]

- No way to get this Jack back in the box.

- I need another surgeon to perform that boy's operation.

- What the hell is going on here?

- Sorry, Michael, I'd love to stay and chat,

but you seem to have your hands full.

You'll debrief me later.

Go with Maggie and secure the boy's room.

[Background chatter]

[Baby crying in the background]

This changes things.

- We were promised the operation for Parath. I am not leaving.

Have you found the people who killed our doctor?

- We're working on it. - They're sending a message.

I must pay, or my family will be next. This is the only thing it can be.

- A gang member spotted you at the airport. Now your son's doctor is dead.

If you want us to protect you, you need to level with us.

What is really going on here?

- Please, just find us another surgeon for Parath and let us go home!

- That might be challenging. - We're doing our best.

But right now, our priority is your safety.

ICS! Stop there! Hey!

Suspect spotted. Queen Wing, first floor.

He's headed for the basement. [Background reactions] - Stay on him.

- Gray, what's your twenty? - Clarence Tunnel.

- Heading north. - On my way.

[Moaning]

Come on. Get up, get up!

- Please! I've done nothing wrong! I'm a janitor!

Is this a friend of yours?

- I've never seen him before. - Yeah?

He sent you an email yesterday. With this photo on it.

- His name is Deevesh Silva.

No! That's Kattari.

He's a JSM enforcer. He's a killer!

- Deevesh Silva - he has a couple of other aliases.

One of them is on the terrorist watch list.

- So our janitor was telling the truth?

- Mr. Kattari was the friendly neighborhood collector for the JSM in London.

One of 40 rival Tamil gangs.

Think, um, Crips and Bloods, but without the record deal.

They're sworn enemies of the Cobra Vairesh.

Moose got this from the Guns and Gangs Task Force.

They and their pals at CSIS

put together a fat file on Tamil gangs.

CSIS knows this guy.

- Yep, "Deevesh Silva" and his family

were traveling on fake passports.

If we'd known who this guy was, we never would've let him in.

Call Darnell.

Tell him I want to speak to him and Charlotte.

[Speed-dialing beeps]

- He helped so many children. Everybody loved him.

- We've arranged for heightened security, and individual protection for you

- and the surgical staff. - Why did this happen?

- The police launched a full investigation. We have officers waiting to take you home.

- [Background chatter] - I'm going to do the surgery.

Dr. Abramowicz assembled an excellent team.

- Have you ever done this operation before?

- I've assisted in similar procedures. I can do it.

- You could be putting yourself at grave personal risk.

I'm well aware of that.

But Parath is depending on us.

- You and Darnell brought a known

gang member into this country without telling me?

- Do you want to punish me, Michael?

- A surgeon is dead, a woman critically injured.

When were you planning to fill me in?

I wasn't.

Deevesh Silva was arrested during an M-I-5 raid

and spent a year in prison awaiting trial on drug charges.

Then I discovered his son's medical condition.

In exchange for the boy's surgery, he's agreed to testify

against some major Cobra Vairesh players in London.

- You brokered the deal? Provided the fake passports?

- It wasn't personal. The operation was classified.

- You used his critically ill child to coerce Deevesh into testifying.

- The Cobra Vairesh have killed hundreds, if not thousands,

of innocent Sri Lankans.

- The end justifies the means.

- Is this interrogation over,

Major Kessler?

Or would you like to cross-examine me further?

- [Overhead]: Dr. Timmins, please call 3-2-7.

- [Background chatter] - I'm not sure.

Whoa, hey, hey, hey. You don't go anywhere without an escort.

Can I have a word?

I want to claim refugee status for me and my family.

- Well, that's not gonna happen, pal. You're a U.K. citizen and a convicted criminal.

- If I go back to London and testify, the Cobra Vairesh

will kill me and every family member I have on this earth.

- And if you don't, M-I-6 is gonna throw you in prison.

- Where I'll be dead within a week.

Please.

Think of me as a refugee from Sri Lanka.

The government there will execute me if I go back.

- Nice try. But it doesn't work that way, okay?

[Overhead announcement]

- I was operating on direct orders from the Minister.

- Without my knowledge. - It was strictly need-to-know.

- If CSIS and M-I-6 are lighting a match under Toronto's Tamil gangs,

I do need to know.

- We got unlucky when the airport worker recognized him.

- You might've been luckier with ICS onside. Border security is what we do.

- I think you're pissed because Charlotte kept you in the dark.

- She works for British Intelligence.

- You and I protect Canada. - You're sleeping with her.

- What business is that of yours?

[Darnell sighing]

- Let's just say sex is part of her arsenal.

Hey.

You ready to play Tamil Family Feud?

Survey says no.

But, uh, actually this can't wait--

- What is it? - You know Seth?

Jalani's brother? Jalani doesn't have a brother.

You're already so brave.

I know you'll grow up to be a better man than your father ever was.

Never doubt that I love you.

- What's going on? [Child coughing]

- Parath will have his operation.

Where are you going?

Ah! I need some air.

I need a word with you.

- Not now. - Now! Who are you?

- M-I-6.

Posted to watch Deevesh Silva.

[Moaning in pain]

Now he's gone.

- You know, Deevesh said goodbye to Parath like he was never going to see him again.

- Do you have any idea where he might have gone?

- There are many JSM members in Toronto. - He'll go back to his old gang?

- If you're not going to help him, he's thinking-- - His gang connections will.

You have to find him.

Please. Before something bad happens.

[Baby crying]

- Deevesh has lost faith in our ability to protect him and his family.

- Can you blame him? - He might think his only hope is to return to the JSM fold

and ask his associates to help him take revenge against the Cobra Vairesh.

- That's all we need - a Tamil gang war.

- Who does Deevesh know in Toronto?

- Well, he ranked pretty high in the JSM in Sri Lanka before coming to the U.K.

- People know him by reputation. - Between CSIS and Metro's Guns and Gangs Task Force,

we've got a pretty extensive list of Tamil gang members.

Over 1,000 in the GTA.

- Start narrowing it down to the JSMs he might've contacted.

- Got him! Got him! Deevesh left the hospital

by the southwest utility exit and hailed a cab.

Zoom in on the cab number.

Gray, find out where they dropped him.

Where's your operative?

- I lent him to Darnell to help with the search.

You should really cancel Parath's surgery tomorrow.

Why?

Because his father reneged on his deal with you?

- [Uneasy laugh] - No.

Because if you put word out that the boy will die, then Deevesh is sure to pop up.

- You think I should risk the boy's life to flush out his father?

- We got the address from the cab company.

Place is rented to a known member of JSM.

- Oh! Mind if I tag along? - Actually, I do.

[Dog barking in the background]

Bravo team is in position.

Cobra Vairesh got here first.

Move! Move!

Two suspects fleeing with a hostage!

Stop! ICS!

[Siren sounding] Freeze!

One down!

- Get out of the car! Move! - Get away from the car.

- [Gray]: Put your hands on the car now! Let's go!

Put your hands on the car.

[Moaning]

You cooperate fully with us -

names, aliases, passwords -

every detail about every Tamil gang member you know.

JSM, Cobra Vairesh, all of them.

- And you will return to London with me and testify as you agreed.

I'll do everything you want.

Just let me be at the hospital when my son wakes up.

- That's all I ask. - You're in no position to ask anything.

If it were up to me, I'd cancel the surgery. But Major Kessler is more forgiving than I am.

- You'll be fitted with an electronic monitoring device.

And if you try to run again, I'll shoot you myself.

- [Ambiance music] - You don't have to get me drunk.

- Oh good, then I can save this. [Short laugh]

- On the other hand, wine does produce a certain disinhibition. [Mike laughing]

- 'Cause you're usually so shy and repressed.

[Short laugh]

I like this. Us.

- You sure I'm not just useful to you?

As a sexual object, you mean?

Amongst other things.

- These are unchartered waters for me, Michael.

I'm completely adrift.

You?

Really.

I'm totally disarmed.

- [Door opening] - Sorry.

- I'm on my way out. - Join us. There's plenty.

- Thanks, but I'm having dinner with Will.

- Oh yeah, I hate to be the bearer, darling, but your man is a fake.

- What? - He's not at Cambridge.

University of London, maybe - that I'd believe.

- Uh, I thought we agreed no more background checks on my boyfriends.

- Oh, Will gave himself away this morning.

Avoided eye contact, exhibited uncomfortable body language--

- Gee, I wonder why. - And Dr. Selby of the "incredible mind"

is a she, not a he.

And she hasn't set foot in the Pickerel since they banned her in 1988.

Will lied to impress you.

Is she for real?

She's not usually wrong.

[Siren sounding]

- So, this should make for an interesting night.

[Door opening and closing]

- You just couldn't help yourself, could you?

[Siren sounding]

- Everything will be alright, Parath.

When you wake up, you will be free.

- Dad-- - Shh, we'll talk when you come out.

- [Overhead]: Dr. Partell to emergency.

- Dr. Partell to emergency. - You can't go any farther.

- You can wait out here while he's in surgery.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Uh, so, anybody happen to know how often the Cobra Vairesh update their death lists?

Uh? What, is it like a weekly thing? Special holidays?

No? Hey.

This is a private Cobra Vairesh site.

We got the link from an email that CSIS intercepted.

It's hosted by a numbered company in Bangladesh,

which leads back to these guys.

- [Charlotte]: The men Deevesh is going to testify against.

- If he stays alive long enough.

These men crossed Cobra Vairesh.

All dead.

- You see that Tamil script? That says "dead rat."

- When was this site last updated?

- Forty-three minutes ago. After we took Deevesh back into custody.

- They're not typically sloppy. It's Charlotte. I need you to verify something.

- Is there any way to cross-reference this? - Darnell made some calls.

Look. Dismembered.

Decapitated. Burned alive. Oh, and my personal favorite:

carved up and sprinkled with cayenne pepper.

- Okay. Uh, you need to cancel the surgery.

If the Cobra Vairesh are planning another run at Deevesh, they'll do it at the hospital.

- Parath's already under the knife. He's been there 2 hours.

- These men don't give up. If they say he's a dead man, then I'm inclined to believe them.

- Take Badri to Interview Room One.

We're done playing nice.

Your friends know you've been here.

And we'll make sure they know how helpful you've been.

- You're a dead man once you're back on the street. How many family members will join you?

- Be hard to protect your relatives in Sri Lanka.

- Even harder to protect your, uh,

your wife and your children in Toronto.

We've seen what your associates do to their victims.

Even children.

I'm sure death is merciful when it comes.

- Canadian visas for your family here.

- U.K. visas for your relatives in Colombo.

Protective custody.

- How do Cobra Vairesh plan to kill Deevesh Silva?

[Sighing]

- You know, it would be a shame if your little girl

didn't make it home from Scarborough Elementary tomorrow.

I understand her mother picks her up...

at 10 past 3.

There is a bomb.

- Where? - Somewhere in the hospital.

- Where exactly? - Please, I don't know!

- Girls, hurry. But no running. Right through the front doors.

- [Overhead]: ...to the nearest stairwell and exit the hospital as soon as possible.

- Keep moving right this way. Here we go.

- Please proceed to the nearest stairwell and exit the hospital as soon as possible.

- Bomb squad is sweeping the building.

Assuming the Silvas are the primary target,

we're evacuating one floor below and two floors above.

Send home anyone you could do without.

- We're already down to a skeleton crew.

- How much longer? - At least 6 hours.

- Is there any way we can move him somewhere else?

- No. We've had to clamp below the bifurcation of the carotid artery.

Moving him now could be fatal. [Mike sighing]

- Okay, we have security posted in the surgical wing.

- What good will that do if the bomb's already been planted somewhere?

- Tell us the minute it's safe to relocate Parath.

- Darnell, I'm sending you a photo.

Uh, South Asian woman, north entrance,

8:38 this morning.

[She entered and then vanished from all the cameras.]

- Have you got her coming out of the building? - [No. Believe me, I've looked.]

Keep me posted.

- Recognize her? - No.

Let's get this picture out to everyone.

How much longer?

[Regular monitor beeps]

- Tamil terrorists trained with the PLO in the art of suicide bombs.

- Al-Qaeda learned lots from them. - So we're looking for a suicide bomber?

- Remote detonation isn't nearly as reliable as a personal delivery system.

- Gray, I'm sending you a picture of our lead suspect. She may be wired.

- Copy that. 3rd floor is clear. [Moving to the 4th.]

- [Speed-dialing beeps] - Give me an update.

- Bomb Squad finished its sweep. The dogs found nothing.

[We're probably looking for a gel-based explosive]

in some kind of airtight container, okay?

You should get out of there, boss. - I'll take it under advisement.

[Suspense music]

Bomber's in scrubs, heading for the O.R. She's going after the boy.

- What's happening? What's happening?!

[Moaning]

[Charlotte]: All clear.

- Okay? - Yeah, we got her.

- Is she... - Dead. You're safe. You can take your time.

[Regular monitor beeps]

- [Overhead]: Dr. Singh to the nursing station.

Dr. Singh to the nursing station.

Hey, look at you!

- Now everyone will see what I see.

- My beautiful boy. - How you feeling?

- Oh, his throat is still too sore to talk but, uh,

he's doing so well.

[In a low voice]: Thank you.

- Dr. James says she was able to remove the tumor completely.

- Yes, it likely won't grow back.

He'll have to go back for regular checkups but, um...

- Now, is that what I think it is?

- [In a low voice]: Kiri pani. [Laughing]

From his dad.

[Child coughing in the background]

- These are the applications

for refugee status for you and Parath.

I'm going to recommend they be fast-tracked.

We'll work to find you a spot in the witness protection program. - And Deevesh?

- You can't have any contact with him.

It could jeopardize your safety.

- He looks like his father, doesn't he?

[Video game noises]

- Look, there's no way I'm getting into bed with Sammy, alright?

What's that about?

- Nothing. Just a guy I know who screwed up big time.

[Sighing] How you doin'?

- Well, I've been trying to locate Jimmy's family.

I can't find anybody.

- Guy was deep cover for a long time.

- Yeah, his ashes are sitting at a crematorium.

- Uh, hey, got a minute? - Yeah. What do you need?

The bank says, uh,

Bank says I need a reference from my boss to get a line of credit.

Just gotta pay off some credit cards.

Sure. Is everything okay?

- Yeah. It's all under control. Thanks.

[Traffic noises]

- Your flight's not 'til morning.

- I'm not sure I trust my star witness in anyone else's hands.

- He'll be fine for one night.

You've convinced me.

I'm going to miss you.

- Despite my unforgivably black heart?

We're not that different.

I will be back.

Good.

Because I wanna make this work.

- Don't lie to me, Michael. Not about this.

No more breaking in.