Original subtitles

What'’re you smiling at?

Well, I'’m smiling at you.

KESSLER: Previously onThe Border...

GRAY: My dad lost some bets.

He got in over his head.

I'’m sorting it out today.

Today?

MAN: I need to facilitate.

Someone to escort a shipment across the border.

I don'’t suppose you could tell me

why your agent'’s meeting

with a notorious '’Ndrangheta enforcer?

KESSLER: ICS doesn'’t answer to Turcott Solutions.

I want Homeland Security.

I know my partner.

I trust him with my life everyday

and he'’s never let me down.

CARVER: Agent Liz Carver. And you are?

Ah, it'’s our first real date.

I want to get to know you.

She'’s good for you.

Who, Carver?

[TIRES SKIDDING ON PAVEMENT, BRAKES SCREECH]

KESSLER: Turcott Solutions has no authority

to conduct police actions on public roads.

CARVER: This idiotic stunt of yours has sabotaged a DHS operation.

Oh no, no, no. I think he did that.

They got Layla.

The Starlight Motel. There'’s a bomb.

[TIMER BEEPING]

MAN: Kaboom.

[LOUD EXPLOSION]

[DOORS SQUEAKING OPEN]

[AUTOMATIC WEAPONS FIRE]

RADIO DISPATCHER: 294 on Eighteenth Avenue...

[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO]

MAN: Get your arms up now!

MOOSE: Suspect is one Adriano Fratangelo.

Fled in a black SUV,

licence number tango golf...

Try not to move, sir.

There'’s a bullet lodged in your shoulder,

and we don'’t want it shifting.

[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]

Suspect is armed and extremely dangerous.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

MAN: Hurry up! Hurry up!

We'’ll tell Zoe where you are.

Don'’t worry, we'’ll get the bastard.

[POLICE SIREN WAILING]

[SORROWFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC ENDS]

[SEAGULLS CRY]

TERRI: Hey.

It'’s okay.

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING]

[SEAGULLS CRYING]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

Where'’s your off-duty piece?

It'’s with Frantangelo.

You'’re suspended from duty pending an investigation

into ICS'’s role in the '’Ndrangheta firefight.

And frankly, I wouldn'’t count on coming back

any time soon.

How'’s the boss?

Scheduled for surgery this morning.

It'’s, uh, internal bleeding from a bullet fragment.

It'’s touch and go.

And Carver?

They flew her to Johns Hopkins.

She'’s not expected to make it.

We done here?

That'’s it?

You just walk out the door and don'’t look back?

You got a better idea?

Yeah. Yeah, you could try explaining

why you let your father'’s gambling debts

sabotage an ICS investigation.

I was trying to save his life.

For god sake!

Your dysfunctional family bullshit

got your father and your partner killed.

Now the boss is in ICU,

and, and, and...

The press is circling around us

like jackals pulling at a carcass.

I get it, all right? I'’m a piece of shit.

You know what? Just, just get out.

I can'’t even look at you.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

[SIGHS HEAVILY]

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

LAYLA: You all right?

Hey, most of the time, as partners go,

you don'’t completely suck.

MAGGIE: Can I help you?

TILDEN: Morning.

Special Counsel Louise Tilden.

I'’m here to gather evidence for the inquiry.

You can put my things in here.

This is Major Kessler'’s office.

I'’m actually working in here.

Well, I hope you haven'’t disturbed anything.

Excuse me?Computer files,

desk drawers, it'’s all evidence.

We'’ll base ourselves in here,

we'’ll use the boardroom for interviews and depositions.

Forensic techs should be here soon

to start on the computers.

We'’re in the middle of an investigation here.

Well, then, I suggest you wrap it up quickly.

We'’re searching for the men who killed Agent Hourani.

Who authorized that?

I beg your pardon?

It'’s a clear conflict of interest.

ICS should be nowhere near that case.

MAGGIE: These men killed one of our own!

Well, yes, but we'’ve alre...

Yes, ma'’am, of course.

Our job is to stop them leaving the country.

The RCMP and the Fugitive Squad will do the rest.

MOOSE: You gotta be shittin'’ me.

Minister Fleischer could not have been clearer.

Meanwhile, missy over there

is marching around like she owns the place.

SLADE: Oh man, look at this.

NEWSCASTER: ...that left eight people dead and four seriously wounded.

The truck carrying the gunmen

and an arsenal of automatic weapons

entered Canada that morning

across the Queenston-Lewiston Bridge,

and was driven by Adriano...

Lovely. So anything yet from the FBI?

SLADE: Ha! No.

They'’re all busy studying accounting

so they can figure out the collapse

of Western Capitalism.

So we'’ve got nothing?

DARNELL: OPP found the Turcott vehicle

in a parking lot in Bolton.

We think Frantangelo took a white sedan from there.

Bulletin alert on the car?

Every checkpoint across the country,

along with pictures of Frantangelo and Raffaelo.

Every car, truck, train, bus, and plane is being searched

for homicidal Italians, as we speak.

MOOSE: Yeah, we got photos of these guys

all over the news,

in the papers, on TV, on the Internet.

And a buddy of mine on the Fugitive Squad'’s

started up a tipline.

Yeah? Any calls?

Yeah. Over two hundred and counting.

And at least 30 that said

they'’ve had long chats with Raffaelo.

Well, that'’s a neat trick,

considering the man has no vocal cords.

Yeah, we left that detail out,

helps screen out the crazies.

Okay.

Keep up the pressure on the border.

But anything we find goes straight to the RCMP

and the Fugitive Squad.

[POLICE SIREN WAILS]

You might wanna take that someplace else.

BENZO: Why, you some kinda cop?

Besides, I like this place.

It'’s public, but private,

know what I mean?

[BLOW HITS HARD]

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?

[HEART MONITOR BEEPS, PHONE RINGS IN CORRIDOR]

ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA: Dr. Hanson, neurology.

Dr. Hanson to neurology.

KESSLER: [CLEARS THROAT]

Dad?

I think he'’s awake.

Hey, baby.

ZOE: It'’s been five days.

What?

You'’ve had three surgeries.

One bullet nicked your spleen,

and the other got stuck under your collarbone.

I'’m in a hospital?

Do you remember what happened?

What year is it? Who'’s the Prime Minister?

Hey, give the guy a break.

He'’s on serious drugs.

Terri.

ZOE: Mom'’s practically lived here the last five days.

Mmm. Can'’t get enough of that hospital food.

Hey.

I see you'’re still alive and kicking.

KESSLER: Charlotte.

Please, don'’t let me intrude.

Charlotte, please, come in.

Charlotte Bates, my mother, Terri Knight.

How do you do?

I could use a coffee.

[TERRI SIGHS]

Zoe?

Always. Yeah.

ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA: Frank Petando, come to triage three.

Frank Petando.

You didn'’t have to come.

Oh please, wild horses... Et cetera.

How'’s agent Carver?

Not well, I gather.

And the others?

As far as I can tell, your people made it through.

Except Sergeant Hourani, of course.

How are the drugs? Strong enough?

I do hope they'’re not being mingy with the narcotics.

Mmph.

I'’m fine.

[SIRENS GO OFF IN THE DISTANCE]

I just need to know two things.

Who did this?

And how much would you like him to suffer

before he dies?

Michael?

ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA: Joey Renna, please come in to the treatment area.

Joey Renna.

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

Hey, kid. Benzo, right?

Yeah. What'’s it to you, man?

I'’ve got, what, here? 300 bucks.

Is this some lame entrapment shit?

I knew you were a cop.

C'’mon, man, I need a gun.

Yeah, well, a decent piece is gonna set you back

more than three bills, bro.

Yeah?

[BENZO GRUNTS] All right.

All right.

How '’bout I just take this one?

Three bills is good, man.

[POLICE SIRENS WAIL]

SLADE: FBI finally called.

MOOSE: Is that for real?

He'’s got relatives in Etobicoke?

Yeah, his mother'’s cousin.

MAGGIE: You think Raffaelo is a family man?

MOOSE: It'’s a family business.

SLADE: Yeah. You join at birth,

and get a mandatory job for life.

MAGGIE: That'’s not a gang, it'’s a cult.

Raffaelo'’s an illegal alien.

I could argue that puts him in our wheelhouse.

You sure? Well, we can try for a warrant.

The judge can only say no.

MOOSE: Okay.

SLADE: Hey! What the frak?

Put her down!

Okay.She'’s very shy.

MAGGIE: What'’s going on here?

TILDEN: Our forensic techs will be occupying this area

while they clone your hard drives

and acquaint themselves with your information systems.

Yeah, well those systems are calibrated

to the slow-wave activity of my brain.

We need access to all encrypted files.

You want my passwords?

Well, what'’s your security clearance?

Level 2. Same as yours.

[INDIGNANT] These guys are level 4, tops.

They'’re all level 2.

Oh, come on.

These guys wouldn'’t make the Best Buy Geek Squad.

Look, that one'’s pen

is actually leaking into his pocket.

Honey, your pen is leaking into your pocket.

Please make them go away now.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER PA SYSTEM]

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING]

[SIGHING]

You still here?

You got some beautiful flowers

from the Ministry of Public Safety.

Want me to read the note?

Sure.

"Nothing sexier than a wounded soldier.

Get well, baby.

Big kisses, Suzanne."

You slept with a cabinet minister?

How'’s the book you'’re reading?

Just how many women are there?

Mike!

You'’re looking... Better than I expected.

[CHUCKLES] Don Campbell.

As in the Minister of External Affairs?

Ah, your daughter?

Cute kid. She should keep up.

There was a cabinet shuffle.

Can we have a minute, please, honey?

Sure, of course.

MAN: [OVER PA] Dr. Ronald to radiology.

Dr. Ronald to radiology, please.

I came to give you the heads-up.

Louise Tilden is pressing hard for a goddamn inquiry.

Has she found anything?

You think she'’d tell me?

I'’m only Minister of Justice.

She reports to the PMO, don'’t you know.

You know, Tilden'’s got a poker up her ass.

Always has.

Even as an intern.

She'’ll probably go after Gray Jackson.

I sure as hell would.

The guy gets in deep

to the world'’s fastest growing crime mob,

and then he helps smuggle gangsters and weapons

across the border.

He was undercover.

He screwed up.

If we'’re pointing fingers, how about Andrew Mannering?

He and his men crashed into our operation.

He thought he was dealing with a rogue ICS agent.

And if you had bothered to brief him--

Why would I brief a private security company

about a classified operation?

Turcott has the mandate to monitor border security

whether you like it or not.

I do not.

ICS let six killers

and a truckload of automatic weapons

into this country.

Eight people died in the firefight.

Three more in that motel room.

An ICS agent is dead

and a DHS agent is on life support.

Any word?

No.

That poor kid.

The press is all over this.

Somebody is going to pay.

Either you give up your detective,

or that somebody will be you.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[STARTLED GASP] What the hell?

I need your help, Slade.No!

No, for like twenty good reasons.

Look, I know you'’re pissed.

Believe me, I get it.

Goddamn this frakkin'’ bike.

I need you to help me find Layla'’s killers.

[SIGHS]

They turned the case over to the RCMP.

Okay, we'’re on border patrol.

Shit. I know, right?

'’Cause Layla belonged to us.

No horseman'’s gonna stay up nights

monitoring street feeds

on the million to one chance he'’ll glimpse her killers.

Slade, help me out here.

[DOG BARKING]

The FBI file on Raffaelo Marchesi

turned up family in the GTA.

We'’re working on a warrant.

[SIGHS] That'’s all I got.

[BELL DINGS IN THE DISTANCE]

[SEAGULLS CRY]

[ICS VEHICLE STARTS UP, RUMBLES AWAY]

Nice place.

I'’m impressed.

Don'’t you find it a bit impersonal?

Remember the place he got after the divorce?

We used to call it "the barracks."

[CHUCKLES] This is better.

Razor, t-shirts, briefs.

There'’s no way I'm going into his underwear drawer.

When did he stop wearing boxers?

Probably around the same time he became a major horndog.

What?

ZOE: The woman you just met, Charlotte?

I'’m pretty sure she's a spy.

And there'’s others.

Politicians, lawyers...

Good. He'’s moved on.

We both have.

You met someone?

Maybe. It'’s early days.

CARMINE: I don'’t even know this guy. Who do you think I am?

Yeah. Thank you.

CARMINE: You guys just keep on breaking my friggin'’ balls.

Why are you always picking on me for?

DARNELL: Detective O'’Brien?

Darnell Williams.

Hello.

I was told you might show up.

I'’m supposed to discourage you.

She'’s one of ours. You get that, right?

Yeah, I do. He doesn'’t.

Who are you?

ICS. You'’ve gotta be RCMP.

You aren'’t needed.

We got a warrant, pal.

CARMINE: Jesus! I don'’t believe this crap, man!

I'’ve never even met this Raffaelo!

DARNELL: He'’s your second cousin.

Do you know how many cousins I got in the world?

Just '’cause I'm Italian, I'’m supposed to know them all?

Actually, as an '’Ndrina, you'’re supposed to do just that.

So now I'’m a mobster?

Isn'’t that - what do you call it? -

Racial profiling?

[THRASH MUSIC PLAYS LOUDLY]

[DOOR OPENS]

Hey, kid.

How'’re you doin'?

What must-see TV do we have on the PVR here?

Boce invitationale.

In italian no less.

You'’re a kid from Etobicoke, right?

Do you even speak Italian?

Vaffanculo.

Extra blankets...

How do you decide who gets the bed?

Judging from that black eye, I'’m guessing it's not you, huh?

Huh?

CARMINE: What'’s going on?

Is he allowed just to walk in here and upset my son?

May I see the warrant?

Yeah, sure.

The warrant covers the interior of the main house only.

This apartment constitutes a separate dwelling.

It'’s the basement!

Get the hell outta here and leave my kid alone.

Look, asshole, it'’s none of your business.

DARNELL: Hey! Al!

Piece of shit lawyer.

DARNELL: Relax.

We'’ll have a surveillance team here in an hour.

TILDEN: At what point did you become aware

of Detective Jackson'’s undercover operation?

The morning of the 12th.

The day of the shootings?

MAGGIE: Yes.

TILDEN: You'’re a high-ranking ICS agent.

Do they often keep you in the dark that way?

This was a need-to-know case, it was very sensitive.

Because it was so high-risk?

Because '’Ndrangheta has informants

inside law enforcement.

Do you recognize this stamp?

Shows that a truck'’s cargo has been prescreened

and can pass safely through customs.

TILDEN: And who controls the stamp?

In this office? I do.

And how was it Det. Jackson got a hold of it?

It was on my desk when I left it unattended.

It didn'’t occur to me that he'’d...

Borrow it?

[HEAVY METAL PLAYING]

[DOG BARKING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Holy shit!

Who are you?

I'’m the guy that's gonna mess you up

unless you tell me where to find your cousin.

What, are you gonna shoot me?

No, but daddy might,

when he finds out you'’re a tweaker.

I found this taped under the wheel well

of your car.

Uh, somebody put it there.

You'’d better start talkin'’, kid.

[DOG BARKING OUTSIDE]

No way, I can'’t.

[PHONE RINGING]

Where?

Stay on the house. We'’re on our way.

What'’s up?

They spotted Gray'’s car.

Where?

Two blocks from the Gelonesi house.

Jesus!

[PHONE RINGING]

GRAY: Think of it as win-win.

The meth goes away,

you get rid of a really bad roommate.

They'’d find out.

Not from me.

C'’mon, kid, grow some stones, huh?

You'’re not some scared little peasant boy

from Calabria.

You'’re an all-Canadian metalhead.

What'’s this?

"Beavers." That'’s classy.

That'’s mine.

Yeah, I'’m pretty sure they don'’t let you in

before puberty.

Shit!

[MUSIC FILTERS OUT FROM BAR]

Get your hands on your head.

Get down.

The agent you trapped in that motel room?

She was my partner.

The old man was my father.

This is for them.

[A CAR SQUEALS TO A HALT]

[DOORS OPEN AND CLOSE]

DARNELL: Gray!

Don'’t be stupid.

We need him alive.

He'’s our only lead to Frantangelo.

C'’mon. Move it, asshole.

You gonna run me in?

On what charge?

Assault with a deadly weapon.

What weapon?

[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]

MAGGIE: Have you seen him?

Okay, look.

We have you on the security tapes.

We know you blew up that motel room.

You killed a federal agent!

Hey!

Hey! Look at me!

Look at me, you piece of shit!

Have you seen Frantangelo?

Are you even human?

[OFFICE PHONE RINGING]

No vocal cords,

bet he can'’t read or write.

No emotion that I can find.

Basically, he'’s a block of wood.

We'’re gonna have to turn him over to the RCMP.

CHARLOTTE: I say we execute the bastard and drop his body in the lake.

I asked Charlotte to join us.

If we unsettle him enough,

we might be able to read his responses

to yes and no questions.

CHARLOTTE: It'’s not you we want.

You just obey your master,

like a big, vicious, very stupid dog.

Your master says kill and you salivate.

He kicks you,

and you beg for more.

Do you know where he is?

Are you in touch with him?

Nice doggie.

I bet you'’d just love to mount him.

[HARD SMACK]

MAGGIE: You all right?

Yeah. But I'’m afraid this interview'’s over.

[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA]

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING]

CHARLOTTE: According to the Frank-Ekman system

of facial action coding,

the truth can be found in the expressions

that flicker across all our faces,

regardless of age, race, or gender.

There, see that?

Furrowed lip, raised brow.

That'’s when I asked him where Frantangelo was.

That'’s fear.

Yeah. But I don'’t think he'’s afraid of us.

[OFFICE PHONES RINGING]

Raffaelo'’s been in touch with Frantangelo.

What have you got from his cellphone?

Nada. It'’s locked.

Thanks to our Spanish inquisitrix,

I can'’t access

my encryption-breaking software.

The RCMP'’s on its way,

we have to hand over the phone.

Well, I can copy it.

I just can'’t open it.

Do it.Okay.

[TRAFFIC NOISE DRIFTS IN FROM OUTSIDE]

Thought maybe you should have this.

Oh, yeah.

'’Cause a grade three hockey trophy'’s

a real chick magnet.

[BABY'’S CRIES DRIFT DOWN STAIRWELL]

Kid.Yeah?

Apartment 26. Knock yourself out.

Well, the phone was only used twice.

One outgoing, one incoming, both local.

The outgoing was to cousin Carmine,

and the incoming was from a disposable cellphone.

Frantangelo.

Disposable phones aren'’t registered to anyone.

They'’re untraceable.

But the new ones have GPS.

So even if the phone'’s turned off,

I might be able to use the phone number

to track its location.

I...I will need your security code.

MOOSE: Hey.

Dead man walking.

TILDEN: State your name and position for the record.

Detective-Sergeant Gray Jackson,

currently under suspension from ICS.

TILDEN: And you were the partner of Sergeant Layla Hourani?

I was.

[DOG BARKING]

MOOSE: There is no 94 Moreland.

It'’s just an alleyway.

DARNELL: Tell him to call the phone.

Did you hear that? Call the phone.

[PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE RINGING]

Looks like he disposed of his disposable phone.

Anything else?

A whole lotta pizza.

GRAY: They set him up.

They told his bookies to run him a tab.

They figured if they had my father,

then they had me.

And did they?

By the time I put it together,

there was a mob war underway.

So I went to Kessler,

told him I was working it undercover.

You lied.Pretty much.

But these '’Ndrangheta guys had to go.

I figured I could take them down.

But you were in over your head.

Big time.Your boss,

who should'’ve been supervising you,

was missing in action.

What? No, no.

He shouldn'’t have let you meet Frantangelo alone.

He didn'’t have a choice.

He should'’ve put your father in protective custody.

He didn'’t know about...

[STAMMERING] What'’s going on here?

I'’m the one who lied, all right?

All this shit, the bomb, the shootings,

people getting killed, it'’s all on me.

I'’m not your priest, Detective.

What?

This isn'’t a forum for you to work off your guilt.

It'’s an investigation into the truth.

The truth?

You don'’t want the truth.

You want something to use against Kessler.

I think we'’re done here.

[OFFICE PHONE RINGS]

[POOL BALLS CLACK]

ICS.

We'’re looking for an illegal.

Seen this guy?

Nope.

Facial action coding.

Whoa!

MOOSE: Back up! Hands on your head.

Step away from the bar.

Let'’s see what we have here.

Yeah, my lawyer'’s gonna love this.

DARNELL: One sawed-off shotgun...

Switchblade...

Roll o'’ hundreds...

And a passport.

MOOSE: Hey, Jack?

Yeah, I think I got somethin'’ for ya.

90 Moreland. Romano'’s Pool Hall.

Yeah, okay.

Paul Natale.

Look familiar?

Oh. Frantangelo.

CAMPBELL: I'’ve already got the press crawling up my ass.

This Romano creep'’s

a respected member of the community.

Claims ICS trampled his rights

by conducting a search without a warrant.

He had a sawed-off shotgun.

You had no business being there.

If a phony passport is not ICS business,

then please, tell me, what the hell is?

You know he'’s threatening a lawsuit?

He'’s also aiding and abetting a vicious killer.

And thanks to your illegal search and seizure,

he'’ll probably get away with it.

Wait, you let him go?

Bail was set at ten thousand.

The judge wasn'’t happy.

Shit!From now on,

you go nowhere near this case.

The future of ICS is hanging

on the slenderest of gossamer threads.

One more PR screw-up,

I will personally shut you down.

[PHONE RINGING]

[PHONE SPEED DIALS]

Hey, Gray?

ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA: Dr. Stein to oncology.

Dr. Stein to oncology.

Hey.

Mm. Well, hello there.

Um...

Mike, I'’ve um... I'’ve heard rumblings.

Mmm.

That'’s my stomach

after eight days on an IV drip.

[LAUGHS]

They say ICS could soon be gone,

folded into Border Services and the RCMP.

[KNOCK AT THE DOOR]

Major Kessler?

Special counsel Louise Tilden.

I was hoping I could get your statement.

Not without a lawyer present.

You are a lawyer.

Not the kind you need.

TILDEN: Can we proceed?

[SIGHING HEAVILY] Well, let'’s do it.

So the fake passport showed Frantangelo with a beard.

Romano'’s...

Isn'’t it a pool hall, on Moreland?

Yeah, yeah. Keep walking, okay?

Parabolic mics,

they can'’t track moving targets.

GRAY: Nobody'’s listening, Slade. Nobody gives a shit.

Yeah, well, they care enough

to order us off the case.

What?

We'’re completely shut out.

This is me.

Right.

How'’s Carver?

Still no change.

KESSLER: Detective Jackson had infiltrated

a hot-car import operation,

acting as a dirty ICS agent with gambling debts.

TILDEN: It wasn'’t an act, though, was it?

GRAY: I'’ve been posing as a buyer for Sammy'’s Cars.

Fratangelo got a hold of me.

Said he was taking over the business.

You need to get your story straight.

I didn'’t know about the father.

Isn'’t it your job to know?

YVONNE: Don'’t answer that.

It'’s argumentative.

KESSLER: Detective Jackson is a highly experienced agent.

I had no reason to doubt him.

TILDEN: And yet you suspended him.

No,

though he asked me to.

Fratangelo threatened to kill Gray

unless he drove a shipment of weapons over the border.

Gray saw a chance to nail him.

This Frantangelo guy is bad news, all right.

We gotta take him down.

Just give me some time.

ICS needs plausible deniability. All right, you know what?

Then suspend me.

'’Cause god knows I'’ve given you cause.

Fine.

TILDEN: You had Frantangelo dead to rights

with a truckload of automatic weapons.

You even had your own agent inside the cab.

Why on earth didn'’t you stop him

at the border?

KESSLER: DHS Agent Carver was after

'’Ndrangheta's entire Southern Ontario operation.

I agreed to follow the truck to its destination.

A decision which I'’m sure you now deeply regret.

Okay, you can'’t ask him that.

Yes, I do.

Stop that thing.

Both know this statement'’s inadmissible.

Major Kessler'’s recovering from serious injuries,

and he'’s under the influence of powerful medications.

Well, we'’ll let the Commissioner decide.

ZOE: Oh my god.

Is this where the blondes are meeting?

[SEAGULLS CRY OVERHEAD]

You'’re a dirty cop.

No, no, no. C'’mere.

Listen to me.

It'’s me, all right? It'’s Gray.

Remember last night?

We had something there, right?

Yeah, I thought we did too.

[SEAGULLS CRY]

[MAGAZINE LOCKS IN PLACE]

[CHAMBER SLIDES AND LOCKS]

[PAINED EXHALE]

Ho! Should you be doing that?

Oh. Absolutely not.

Come on.

Here.

You all right?Mm-hmm.

Well, you'’ll be happy to know

that Tilden is finally moving out of your office.

You mean your office.

Please.

Put me in charge of a major op,

I'’m a pretty decent commander.

But this political bullshit...

That'’s exactly why we need you.

I pissed off the Minister of Justice,

and got us thrown off the case.

I let everybody down.

Welcome to the show.

[KEYS JANGLING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN THE STREET]

[CELLPHONE RINGING]

Lepinski.

Hey.

Really?

No shit. Okay. Yeah. Yeah, send it.

Hey!

[SNAPPING HIS FINGERS] Hey!

Thanks, buddy. I owe ya.

That was my pal Jack.

He just gave me a heads-up.

Frantangelo'’s at a coffee shop at Front and Jarvis.

MAGGIE: Well, what makes this more reliable

than any of the other 400 tipsters?

MOOSE: The guy got a picture of the prick.

Let'’s go.

MAGGIE: No. No, we can'’t.

We'’ve been ordered not to engage.

Oh!

Ugh.

You got no idea who I am?

Shut up.

Look, you want money, just take it.

I want this guy.

No, you don'’t. Believe me.

Where is he, you piece of shit?

Where is he?

I want to know where he is!

[CELLPHONE RINGING]

Yeah?

He'’s at a coffee shop.

Northeast corner of Front and Jarvis.

[STICK CLATTERS]

Did you just call Gray?

MAGGIE: You two go, go pick him up.

Or, or, or help him out, or...

Jesus, whatever the hell seems to work!

[EXASPERATED GRUNT]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[POLICE SIREN WAILS, CUTS OFF]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[CELLPHONE RINGS]

Yeah?

Please tell me you are not in that coffee shop.

GRAY: I'’m not. Neither is he.

You got eyes on?

GRAY: Forget it, Maggie.

You'’ve still got a career to lose.

Gray, give me your twenty. Please.

Arrogant son of a bitch!

If you go after him alone, you'’ll lose him.

Don'’t we deserve a piece of him, too?

Walking west on Front.

MAGGIE: Suspect'’s on foot,

heading west on Front.

Gray'’s following, also on foot.

DARNELL: Slade, get me Gray?

DARNELL: Gray, where are you?

He'’s heading north on Market, he'’s picking up the pace.

DARNELL: Has he made you?

I don'’t think so.

I'’ll head him off at King.

Superintendent Norton for Sergeant Randall.

Well then, patch me through to Sergeant Randall!

SLADE: Where is he?

MAGGIE: Frantangelo'’s not in the goddamn coffee shop.

He'’s at Market and King with my agents in pursuit!

No-no! No, no! Do not put me on hold!

Shit!

[BABY COOING]

Frantangelo!

[BABY CRIES, MOTHER SCREAMS]

You again, huh? You'’re like a gnat!

How did we not kill you?

You want another chance?

I'’ll make it easy.

You'’re a pazzo!

HOSTAGE: [WHIMPERING] Please, my baby...

Shut up.

[SHOUTING] Shut up!

You'’re not getting out of here alive.

You got one shot before you go down.

You wanna waste that on a stranger?

[HOSTAGE CRIES]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Go on,

kill me.

You make a good point.

[GUNSHOT ECHOES]

[HOSTAGE AND BYSTANDERS SCREAM]

[PANICKED SCREAMS AND SHOUTS]

[BABY CRYING]

Nice work.

It wasn'’t me.

I couldn'’t get a clean shot.

Is he dead?

Oh, yes.

Pity.

He deserved to go slowly.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

You all right?

NEWSCASTER: An unarmed ICS officer,

Detective-Sergeant Gray Jackson,

goaded the gunman,

distracting him long enough for his colleagues

to deliver a fatal shot.

Now, the gunman has been identified

as notorious mobster Adriano Frantangelo,

who was behind the recent firefight

that killed eight people and wounded...

It'’s all over the net, dozens of videos and snapshots.

Everybody with a smartphone

suddenly considers themselves a news correspondent.

Congratulations.

You'’ll still have to face the inquiry.

But for now anyway, ICS has redeemed itself.

We have?

Weren'’t you listening?

Detective Jackson is a hero.

With total disregard for his own safety,

he saved the baby'’s mommy and brought down the bad guy.

MAGGIE: That "hero" created the mess in the first place.

And Frantangelo was shot by an MI-6 agent

who, officially, wasn'’t even there.

Just take the win.

Politics is like showbiz.

Everybody loves a good story.

The best stories are hardly ever true.

Politicians.

♪ Sing this song with me

♪ And you will never be sad or alone ♪

♪ On the road going home

♪ Sing along with me

♪ And you'’re eyes will see ♪

♪ What your ears hear

♪ And that'’s our voices, my dear ♪

♪ Sing this song with me

♪ And you will never be sad

♪ Or alone on the road...

GRAY: You'’re pretty great, you know that?

Just figuring that out?

♪ Sing along with me

♪ And your eyes will see

♪ What... Your ears hear

♪ And that'’s our voices, my dear ♪

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]