Original subtitles

- Turcott Solutions just won a contract to provide

additional security along the Canadian border.

- Look who they hired to run it. - Previously onThe Border...

- Mannering. - Are you flirting with me?

- Like you and Agent Carver? - We're two people working together, that's it.

- Careful. Your nose is growing. - It can never happen again.

- Is that all this is gonna be? The booty call?

- Are we having "the talk?" - And I think I'm the girl.

- You're dad's into me for 80 large. Father of an ICS agent.

- Worth something. - Ow!

We are so dead!

[Foghorn]

- ♪♪ I found a place To sell my name ♪

♪ Along the markets

♪ Promenade

♪ High prices

♪ Goin' down

♪ I robbed a store

♪ To wear my shoes

♪ It hurt my pride To bear this blues ♪

♪ Oh, high prices

♪ Goin' down

♪ Oh, the rice Is burnin' brown ♪

♪ And high prices

♪ Goin' down ♪

- We took samples from the site and downstream.

Came back loaded with PCBs,

bisphenol, dioxin, mercury, you name it.

So this is ground zero?

- Yeah - you can still see the tire tracks.

You don't want to get too close.

- What makes you think this sludge came across the border?

- We found high levels of fenitrothion.

It was banned here 10 years ago 'cause it was killing songbirds.

- They still use it in the States. - That's what happened to them!

Hey, Layla!

It's radioactive.

You know, it's been 24 hours

since we dropped that big goon out there in the woods.

- You know what? We'll figure it out. Now, I gotta get to work.

- No, no, not later. - My paycheck's about

- the only thing we got going. - I need some kind of a hideout.

- Don't worry. I'll hide you someplace Sammy'd never look.

- Where? - Public library.

- Very funny. You know, there's a picture, eh?

Father and son. Good-lookin' team.

Jesus!

- Radioactivity's pretty low-grade.

Probably medical waste

from a hospital south of the border.

- The sludge was dumped near Chatham-Kent - it must have come

- through Detroit-Windsor. - Hey. Sorry.

Nice of you to join us.

- What've you got, court today? [Slade clearing his throat]

- No. No, see, the suit might be for court, but the shaving?

- That's a woman. - Could we get back to work?

- Wow. Radioactive waste. It's a real buzz-killer.

- Ten years ago, I would have put this down to the mob.

But these days, waste management is all big corporations.

- Some of these corporations have mob shareholders.

- Some mob contractors bribe their way into clean-up jobs

at hospitals, construction sites, nuclear power stations.

- I thought we sent our garbage to you.

- Oh, we take your trash. You take our toxins.

- That sounds fair. - For the past few weeks,

I've been working the Canadian end of a DHS/FBI investigation

into mob smuggling.

Old-school. Out of Jersey and Detroit.

Allied to the Five Families.

He looks warm and cuddly.

- That's Sal Moretti, aka Sammy. He's one of yours.

Canadian. He's brother-in-law to one of the capos

in the Detroit Partnership. He's a big-time loan shark

who moves cocaine and luxury cars across the border.

- And toxic waste? - I wouldn't put it past him.

- Put out an alert to our people in Windsor, Sarnia,

Fort Erie, and Queenston.

We must increase our inspections of incoming sludge trucks.

- You got it. [Phone ringing in background]

[Background chatter]

- Just how close did you get to this radioactive shit?

- Enough to develop strange and unsettling superpowers.

I'll buy that.

- Sammy here. You know what to do.

- [Voice mail beep] - Hey, it's Gray Jackson.

Listen, I was thinking.

If you call off your dogs, maybe I can help you out.

- Wow. Bringing your A-game. I like it!

- Ha-ha! You think I'd been living in a cave or something?

- No. You're just dressing that way.

- Well, this shaving thing requires a lot of maintenance.

- Oh. Well, I guess I could drop around tonight and help.

- Uh, how about I take you out tomorrow.

I got somebody staying with me.

- Hey, Gray. Boss wants to see you. Sounds pissed.

Quitting tomorrow.

- Sergeant Hourani's report on Shani Aariak,

the Inuit woman you lost,

it doesn't mention that you were missing in action.

Some of your work has been substandard. Showing up late, not being where you should be.

It's time you straighten out.

Yes, sir.

[Phone ringing in background]

- That line of credit you applied for, did you get it?

- Well, there's a subprime debt crisis, and...

I'm definitely subprime.

- People in our line of work shouldn't need money.

Too many criminals out there

offering cash for services rendered.

What are you saying?

I think you're at risk.

You're a good agent, Gray - don't throw it away.

Will that be all?

Yeah.

Suit and shave's a good start.

You alright?

- Kessler says you covered for me on the Aariak case.

- I tried to, but he nailed me on it.

Thanks.

It's okay. Hey.

Most of the time, as partners go,

you don't completely suck.

[Traffic noises]

- We might've caught a break here. - Why?

- Turns out Sammy's being investigated by the FBI.

Really? FBI?

What, what are they interested in? The cars? - Yeah. Among other things.

Oh, man! Wow. So what.

Even if he goes to jail, he's still going to find us. The thing's got totally personal.

- Not if I get him a get-out-of-jail-free card.

What, you can do that?

[Cell phone ringing]

- Jackson. - [Agent Liz Carver.]

- Agent Carver? Are you at work? - [That's right.]

- Guess what? I'm holding Sal Moretti's phone.

You got Sammy's phone?

- Imagine my surprise when I hit 'recent calls' and I found your number.

- Alright, hold on. - [You called him at]

11:35am - right after the briefing, after you saw

his photo and pretended to not know who he was?

- [Hey, would you slow down?] - Is that who you were talking to when I saw you outside?

- How did you get Sammy's phone? I'm guessing he didn't part with it easily.

- It was on his body when I arrived at the scene.

[Background chatter]

- Look, a source tipped me off to Sammy's hot car imports.

- I've been working it undercover. - Find out anything? - Uh, like what?

- Like, uh, where he sourced his cars, and whether he had Customs people on payroll.

- No, my investigation was just getting started.

- Maj. Kessler will verify this? - Uh, case wasn't cooked enough to bring to him.

Jesus!

There's gotta be, like, 20 bullet holes.

- Yeah, according to forensics, the shooters used MP5s.

Three shooters wearing hoods and bandanas. They just walked in,

- and opened up on Sammy's table. - Gangland style.

- Right down to the machine guns. - Yep.

- So what, you think he pissed off some of his mob friends?

- Machine guns are pretty showy for the mafia. They like to fly under the radar these days.

- So, Russians, maybe? Muscling in on Sammy's territory?

- Or Albanians, Turks. Someone's making a move.

[Background chatter]

[Siren and radio conversation]

[Honking and siren sounding]

- We got lucky. - We got lucky?

No, no, no, no. We're back from the friggin' dead, my friend!

Look, I have been in some tight squeezes before, okay?

Like, really tight squeezes. But this one here...

- This one's for the record book. - Yeah.

- Oh, yeah. I mean, realistically,

we had one night, we maybe had two nights left,

on this planet.

On this, on this beautiful, like this...

goddamn planet - that's it!

Aw, Jesus.

You're not crying, are ya?

- 'Course I'm not crying. Whaddya think?

Just I- I'm very... at this point, very, uh...

thankful.

To a, uh, higher power.

Whatever, you know, I'm just pretty, pretty thankful.

What are you, what are you smilin' at now?

Well, I'm smiling at you.

- [Laughing] - Eighteen bullet holes? What?

Seventeen.

- My guys worked half the night on your toxic waste case.

I authorized mondo-overtime on your behalf.

You might want to duck any calls from accounting.

- Anything to show for it? - Once you hit country roads,

you get traffic lights at major intersections.

And with traffic lights come red-light cameras.

- The driver jumped a red light. - He squeezed an orange.

- There must be dozens of trucks caught by those cameras every day.

- Hundreds - but only one of them

with a license plate number that doesn't exist on any database.

And the camera picked up

the company logo.

- "Good Earth Soil Enrichment." - Enriched for who? Giant tubeworms?

- Nice work. - The red-light camera gave us a time and date.

Now, working backwards

we narrowed it down to 18 sludge trucks crossing Ambassador Bridge.

- How many were carrying biohazardous waste?

- Four. Three of them reached their waste treatment plants without incident.

- And the 4th? - Ha-ha!

When the Good Earth truck crossed the border, it had a different logo.

EnviroTec - destroying the planet's future

one two-headed frog at a time.

- I'll call Agent Carver, see if Homeland Security has anything on them.

Good work, all of you.

That's awesome.

- Don't let it go to your freakishly collective heads. Okay?

And I'm... watching you.

- EnviroTec is registered to a numbered company in Michigan.

It has recently taken over contracts for waste removal

at a dozen hot spots in the Detroit area. - Taken over from whom?

- Five contracts used to belong to small independents connected to the Detroit Partnership.

- So EnviroTec what, underbid them?

- I know that several associates of the Detroit Partnership were gunned down a few weeks back.

Their killers used MP5s and wore bandanas.

- Just like the guys who gunned down Sammy Moretti last night.

- Exactly like them. - So whoever owns EnviroTec is taking on the mob in Toronto?

- It looks that way. - For the right to dump toxic waste?

- Sammy Moretti had his hand in a lot of businesses.

Loan-sharking, drugs, prostitution. I'm guessing these new guys want it all.

- We've got ourselves a mob war. - Looks like ICS will be joining your investigation.

Welcome aboard, Major.

Hey, uh, Jackson.

Are we... Are we still on for tonight?

- Absolutely. I got the place all picked out.

[Background chatter and phone ringing]

You look happy.

She's good for you.

Who, Carver?

- [Computer beeps] - Got it!

- Paperwork from the sludge truck?

- Driver's name is Johnny Miranda.

- That's Italian. - It's not Russian, not Albanian.

- Could be 'Ndrangheta. Calabrese mob, from the mainland

north of Sicily - real up-and-comers.

[Background music and chatter]

- Ah. Wow. Okay. You look spectacular.

- Now you're upping your game, I have, I have to make an effort.

Oh, yeah?

- So, we're still waiting on warrants, uh, for Sammy's voicemail and phone records.

The phone company's being obstructive-- - Ah-ah-ah.

I don't want to talk shop talk - not tonight.

- Okay. What'll we talk about?

- Uh, I dunno. We've gotta have something between sex and work.

Let's, uh... Let's talk about you.

- Me? - Yeah. It's our first real date. I want to get to know you.

[Laughing]

- They have Warthog beer? - Mm-hmm.

Best ribs this side of the Rockies. - Nice!

Why, thank you. You know, I used to ride in those mountains.

- You ride? - You kidding me? I practically grew up on horseback.

I had this little bay filly named Working Girl.

Oh, wait, wait. Working Girl?

- Yeah. My dad's pretty twisted for a Methodist preacher.

We had this dog named Sid Vicious... [Laughing and chatting]

- ♪ She's got a mountain For a name ♪

♪ She's got my city

♪ By the reins

[Cell phone ringing]

- Hmm-hmm-hmm. Ignore it. [Phone still ringing]

♪ She's got a perfect memory

[Phone still ringing]

Don't answer it, huh?

Let's toss our phones and get on a plane somewhere.

- Brazil. - Mmm. Done. [Ringing with a different tone]

♪ Slow down

♪ Slow down

- It's another mob shooting. - Hmm-hmm-hmm...

Here I thought I was going to get lucky.

- Sorry, Canada. - Hey.

- What makes you think you'd get lucky on the first date, anyway?

- ♪ Tonight the canyons Made of glass... ♪

[Siren and background chatter]

- Good evening. Please, sit down. - Who the hell are you?

- Forgive Raffaelo's silence. He was born without vocal cords.

Like a crocodile.

He makes a very congenial companion, though.

- So, what do you want? - $92,000.

Owed in gambling debts by, uh, Douglas Jackson?

- Your father, yes? - You mean 80,000.

Plus three weeks vig.

Five points each. Not compounded, though.

- So you killed Sammy? Is that how you got his paper?

- Ordinarily I'd had Raffaelo

kill Douglas Jackson in an extremely painful

and theatrical manner.

To serve as an example to those

who, uh, might not want to pay their debts.

- But this time? - Well, luckily for Douglas,

he has a son who can be very useful to me.

- My import-export business. - I can go to my boss.

- Ah... [Moaning in pain]

The last man that involved the law became separated from his hands.

And his head.

His torso couldn't be identified,

so nobody claimed it.

They harvested his skin, fat, and bones for plastic surgery.

I don't know how many nose jobs this guy was part of.

But I tried to find out.

We need more time.

To be honest with you,

I don't give a damn about your $92,000.

If you paid me tomorrow, it would not change a thing. - Then what?

You are going to do exactly

what I require of you.

Or I will eviscerate

every human being you care about in this world.

This word 'eviscerate,' you understand it?

- I don't hear you. - Yes.

- Good. Shit happens, yes? Well, this shit is happening to you.

- Sammy's dead. Okay, it's not right.

He's got no right to come after this money.

- Yeah? According to what - the mafia boy scout code? This guy lives to cause pain, alright?

We're talking a whole different species.

- What the hell am I supposed to do way the hell and gone out here?

- You're gonna watch TV and catch up on your beauty sleep. - Oh, my God.

What about food? How am I supposed to eat?

- Here's 40 bucks. Order something in. - Hiding out is not cheap.

- That's gonna have to do, alright? I'm going to swing by after work. Here.

You're not even sleeping here?

- No, I'm not sleeping here. It's got one bed.

- One bed. We're related. We'll share.

- As appealing as that sounds...

[Siren in the background]

[Train whistle in the background]

'Morning. Interesting night?

- What time is it? - 6:15.

What happened to your face?

Sun's not even up yet.

Are you in trouble?

No, I'm fine.

What's the word on the, uh, toxic waste driver?

- Darnell thinks he's 'Ndrangheta. - What? Calabrese mob?

- FBI's picking him up as we speak.

You going in like that?

Why, I look that bad?

- Not for a guy who slept in his clothes. But Kessler's already pissed at you.

- Yeah, you're right. I should go back and change.

Good plan.

[Rattling]

Jesus. I gotta get a doorman.

I keep my heroin in the toilet tank.

- 'If you call off your dogs, maybe I can help you out.'

- Does that sound familiar? - Look, I told you, alright, I-- - No more undercover bullshit.

'Cause we found your prints in the back seat of Sammy's car.

You were in pretty deep for someone whose case wasn't cooked enough to bring to his boss.

- Alright, so you're searching my place, here?

- How did they get you, huh?

Gambling debts?

- I read your file. - I don't imagine you got a warrant.

Who are you?

You know that mob shooting that I went to last night,

the one that you wanted me to ignore - it was Sammy's wife.

She was 7 months pregnant.

- Liz, I'm sorry you had to deal with that, alright?

But I didn't pull the trigger.

- You're a dirty cop. - No, no, no, no.

- You enable the kind of men who do. - No, come here. Hey, hey, hey.

Listen to me. Look at me here.

It's me, alright? It's Gray.

I thought we had something.

- Yeah. I thought we did too. [Cell phone ringing]

Jackson.

- Johnny Miranda, the sludge truck driver, is 'Ndrangheta from Calabria.

- They're one of the world's most powerful international crime syndicates.

Much bigger than the Sicilians.

- They married their sisters off to the Medellin Drug Cartel in Colombia.

And taken over Europe's drug traffic. Unlike the Sicilians,

they don't mind killing women, children, or law enforcement.

- You get the feeling we're running backwards? - Has anyone seen Gray?

We nailed your guy,

Johnny Miranda, for dumping toxic waste on Crown land.

- FBI's picking him up today. - Is that so?

- We're inspecting every truck that comes across with hazardous waste.

There's talk of a temporary ban.

That's old news.

- Yeah, well, that's all I got. - Yeah, well,

I don't need information, I need a facilitator.

Someone to escort a shipment across the border.

Shipment of what?

- Refrigerators. Stainless steel, top of the line.

- Refrigerators? - Yeah. Tomorrow morning at nine, near Buffalo.

Please come prepared with the necessary paperwork.

There are all the details you'll need.

Hey. Come here.

- Where the hell have you been? - Excuse me?

- Your partner had to lie for you this morning. Again.

- I didn't ask her to do that.

- Please, you know how much Layla cares about you. - I do?

- Don't drag her into your shit.

Okay? She's been through enough,

and your dance card is more than full with Miss Idaho.

- There's nothing between me and Agent Carver.

Oh, my God.

You're pathetic.

- ...hindrance of government regulation-- - Mr. Mannering, sir.

This arrived from tactical. Marked urgent.

- If you'll excuse me for a moment.

Oh, now that's very interesting.

Can I help you?

- You got any ibuprofen? I got a splitting headache.

Why am I not surprised?

[Maggie sighing]

Wait here. I'll go check my locker.

- Major, did Detective- Sergeant Jackson

ever suggest he was going undercover

- to investigate Sal Moretti? - How does that concern Homeland Security?

- Knock yourself out. - Thank you.

- I believe he's compromised our investigation.

- That's quite an accusation, Agent Carver. - What will you do about it?

- Detective Jackson can initiate undercover ops

without my knowledge or consent.

- You're loyal to your man.

If you value the cooperation of Homeland Security,

you'll keep him away from our investigation.

- How's the private sector treating you?

- Triple the pay for a third of the aggravation,

and no bloody bureaucrats breathing down my neck.

Nice. Uh, just wait here.

I'll be right back.

- Oh. Homeland Security is here. Excellent. - Hey, what did I just say?!

- Sorry. - Major Kessler.

- Agent Carver. - I'm in a meeting.

- I thought you both might want to see these.

Is that Gray?

If you'll excuse us?

Uh, yeah, sure.

- I don't suppose you can tell me why your agent

was meeting with a notorious 'Ndrangheta enforcer?

- I'd like to know that too, Major.

- ICS doesn't answer to Turcott Solutions. Or Homeland Security.

- What's going on in there? - I think Gray's got himself

- in some sort of jackpot. - What'd he do?

- They got pictures of him meeting with our Calabrians.

- 'Ndrangheta's moved into several cross-border criminal activities.

Our people have been watching them for some time. - Under whose authority?

- Our own - as the official border-security consultants to the Ministry.

We're bound to do something when we see the world's

fastest-growing crime syndicate expanding into Canada.

- We think 'Ndrangheta is challenging the mafia for control in Southern Ontario.

- They've been cordial so far, but yes, you could be right.

Thanks partly to the homicidal activities

of this man - Fratangelo -,

'Ndrangheta has established

a lucrative cross-border trade in arms and narcotics.

Not to mention toxic waste.

Glad to see ICS catching up.

Hey.

You want to tell me what's going on with you?

- Believe me, you don't want to know.

Gray? Right now.

- So Turcott Solutions was spying on me?

- More likely him - Adriano Fratangelo.

What do you know about him?

He killed Sammy Moretti.

- Any proof? - Not yet.

- How'd you make contact? - He contacted me.

I've been posing as a buyer for Sammy's cars.

Fratangelo got a hold of me, said he was taking over the business.

- Why would you ask Sammy to call off his dogs? He wouldn't sic muscle on a buyer.

- Well, he sucks at customer relations.

- Hey, hey, hey. What's going on?

- I've been asked to take some personal time.

Apparently I compromised a DHS investigation. - That's ridiculous.

- Yeah. It's good to know the boss has my back, huh?

Sergeant Hourani.

- Whatever you think Gray did, I don't believe it.

- Your loyalty is commendable. - I know my partner.

I trust him with my life every day, and he's never let me down. - Noted.

- Is that all you have to say? - Careful, Sergeant.

Gray's solid.

And if you think otherwise, you're mistaken.

- You're veering close to insubordination. - Maybe you should send me home.

- A few personal days might not be such a bad idea.

You can reflect on where your loyalties lie.

Sir.

Was she upset?

What do you want, Slade?

- Central Security's reporting a lot of mob-related chatter.

Uh, something big's about to go down.

- Lock onto the GPS of Gray's cell phone. I want his location monitored.

- Oh you, you know I, I hate spying on our guys.

- Just do it. - Yeah, uh...

[Dog barking]

[Computer beeping]

Hey, boss? Gray's on the move.

Shit! Are you spying on me?

- Yeah. Absolutely. You see this?

It's a super-spy decoder and secret camera. - Okay, why'd you trail me here?

- 'Cause I've got too much time on my hands since I got sent home for defending you.

Shit.

Layla, I'm sorry. I...

- What's going on, Gray? Come on. I'm your partner.

I need to know.

My dad lost some bets.

He got in over his head. I'm sorting it out today.

- Today. - Yeah.

- Then it's over. I swear. - Hey there.

- Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Dad, I told you, don't upon this door. - You're Gray's father?

- Yeah. I'm very proud to be his dad. Can I offer you a cup of coffee? I just made some.

- No, she doesn't want any-- - Sure.

- 'Course she does. Come on in. - Yeah. Okay. - After you.

- Thanks. - Okay.

So what's the actual story with you two?

How long have you known each other?

- We're partners. At ICS. - You're partners?

- Yeah. - Hey, Dad. What, what is this, the racing page?

- I said to lay off the horses. - Well, you know, I couldn't pass this up, okay.

Oscar's Lunch is out, he's 9 to 1 - that's one you can't miss-- - You believe this guy?

What? Relax.

I couldn't get a bet down. I called the bookie.

Apparently my credit's right in the crapper, so no go--

- You phoned your bookie? What the hell's wrong with you?

- Not from here. I called from the payphone across the street. Do I look stupid?

- Well, payphones show up on call display. There's only so many within a given exchange.

- Especially near a motel. - Is he being paranoid? Tell me he's just being paranoid.

- I guess he has good reason. - Okay, you know what?

I gotta go somewhere. I'm gonna be back in a few hours.

Try not to get yourself killed while I'm gone. - Okay.

- I could stay with him and make sure he's okay. [Doug repeating what Layla said]

- He's going to drive you nuts. - Well, he is your father.

- And he's right here. - Guess I could be sure you weren't tailing me.

- Just go. - You're pretty great, you know that?

Just figuring that out?

[Doug clearing his throat]

Thanks.

He's leaving the motel.

- Gray just entered the U.S. - Crossing at the Peace Bridge.

Which means he's likely to come back that way as well.

- With what - drugs? Toxic sludge?

- No. 'Ndrangheta's starting a mob war. My guess would be artillery.

[Gulls squawking]

- You're right on time. That's good.

Let me see the papers.

Excellent. Put your hands on the truck over there.

Come on.

Hey, is this necessary?

Apparently.

[Siren sounding]

- Hey, hey, hey. - Ah, we have maps.

We don't need GPS.

[Background chatter]

- This is a game where you gotta remember what the other guy threw away. Pick up.

[Knocking at the door]

- Hey, pretty slick. - Shh!

Who is it?

- Who is it? - Housekeeping.

- Towels-- - Shh!

We're fine - come back tomorrow.

[Gunshots]

- Whoa! [Maid screaming]

- Please, don't shoot me! I have children! Please-- - Jesus. Oh no...

- Please, I have children-- - Okay, okay. - Just put it down!

- Okay. I'm putting the gun down.

[Maid wailing] Okay?

Let her go. [Gunshots]

[Doug]: Jesus. No...

And just so you know,

if I even smell

a federal agent... [Beep]

they're done.

[Computer beeping]

- You think Gray ditched his phone?

Well, even if he was on foot,

the GPS would register movement.

- I'll alert our people at Fort Erie and Queenston.

Keep me posted.

We just lost the GPS trace.

He left via Peace Bridge, but we can't be sure he'll come back that way.

- They just added a truck lane for prescreened loads.

[Motorists honking]

- You prescreened? 'Cause I don't recognize your logo.

Talk to the man in charge.

- Detective-Sergeant Gray Jackson.

I screened the cargo myself.

Step out of the truck, please.

Refrigerators? Why would ICS care about refrigerators?

- Listen, kid, all you need to know is that I'm your superior.

Open the back, please.

- Are you ignoring an ICS directive?

Open the back now.

- Walter, what the hell you doing?

- Hey, Fred. How are ya? - Don't mind the kid.

He's still in that bossy, overzealous stage.

This is Gray Jackson - used to have a real job down here with us.

- We're running late. - Yeah. We good to go?

- Absolutely. Welcome to Canada.

Thank you.

Mike? He was just here.

Burgundy cab, white trailer.

Logo reads, "Prime Appliances.

"Oscar Sierra X-ray...

- [5-3-0."] - Copy that, Slade?

[Computer noises]

- Satellite surveillance is locked on him.

He's headed west approaching the QE.

- [Do you read?] - Copy that. We're on our way.

- Alright, I got you across the border. I'm done.

- My cargo's delivered. You can go.

- God knows how many weapons we've just let into the country.

We should've stopped the truck at Customs.

- And traded one guy in for a shot at the whole network?

- The target is approaching from the west.

There it is.

Where's it heading? King City?

- [Or maybe Newmarket?] - King City - that's where Sal Moretti's funeral is.

- [Church of All Saints.] - What? This morning?

- Yeah, it's a double funeral for Sammy and his wife.

- Toronto mob will be out in force.

- Detroit, too. Her brother's a capo.

- Nice - you kill a man and his pregnant wife,

and then gun down all their friends at the funeral. [Computer game sounds]

Layla's not picking up. It's not like her - she never turns off her phone.

- Well, you can turn off a phone,

but you can't turn off a GPS.

[Video game sounds]

[Computer noises] Uh... it must be disabled.

That, that, that's not good. Let, let's try her car.

[Computer noises]

I'm getting a very bad feeling.

What?

- That's the motel Gray was at this morning.

Shit.

[Angry comment in Italian]

Get out of the cab! Now!

- Ka-boom, eh? - No!

[Cell phone ringing]

[Siren sounding]

[Praying to Allah in Arabic]

[Liz]: Oh, shit!

[Computer noises]

- Turcott Solutions has no authority

to conduct police actions on public roads!

- This idiotic stunt of yours has sabotaged a DHS operation!

- No, no, I think he did that. - They got Layla!

The Starlight Motel, there's a bomb! There's a bomb!

[Layla still praying in Arabic]

- Oh, God. [Electronic ticking noises]

Sweet Jesus.

[Siren in the background]

[Electronic noises]

♪♪ Kyrie kyrie

♪ Leison

♪ Ky

♪ Rie ky [Cell phone ringing]

Kessler.

♪ Rie Leison

♪ Christé

♪ Christé

♪ Leison

♪ Christé Leison ♪

♪♪♪

- [Computer noises] - Get that thing open.

[Background radio conversation]

[Gunfire]