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Detective Sergeant Jackson,

please tell us how you came to be driving

an illegal shipment of weapons

across the border.

ANNOUNCER: Previously onThe Border:

GRAY: Wow!

'’Kay, you look spectacular.

Did Detective Sergeant Jackson ever suggest

he was going undercover?

Your dance card is more than full

with Ms. Idaho.

GRAY: There'’s nothing between me and Agent Carver.

You'’re a dirty cop.

I thought we had something.

If you value the cooperation of Homeland Security,

you'’ll keep him away from our investigation.

[EXPLOSIVE GUNFIRE]

GRAY: How'’s Agent Carver doing?

LEGARDA: She'’s regained consciousness.

She'’s breathing on her own.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Hey.

[LIGHT KNOCKING]

Welcome back.

Thank you.

You took quite a hit.

You didn'’t get off easy yourself.

[SIGHS] I wasn'’t expecting you back.

I heard you were offered a post in Washington.

I still have 18 months on my Toronto contract,

and I like to finish what I start.

Good for you.

So what'’re you working on?

Walter Pincher,

a bonded courier from your side of the line

popped up dead on mine.

I received the preliminary DHS report.

We need to know what Walter was carrying.

It might'’ve got him killed.

Sorry to uh... [CLEARS THROAT]

May I just say how fit and healthy you look?

Thank you, Slade. What'’d you find?

SLADE: Walter Pincher went south last Monday,

picked up documents

at an American software company.

Anything sensitive?

You mean worth dying for?

Nope. Just tech manuals and reports.

Where was the shipment headed?

SLADE: A legit business in Mississauga.

Package delivered Friday.

Wait a minute,

this guy crossed back into Canada?

Four days after he died.

SLADE: Huh.

Delivery from beyond the grave.

Whew! That'’s good service.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BUOY DINGS, SEAGULLS CRY]

[POLICE SIREN WAILS IN THE DISTANCE]

Yeah.

Yeah, okay. Okay, thanks.

Courier company confirms Walter Pincher

dropped off the documents,

parked the van on the lot,

and left a voicemail quitting his job.

Company couldn'’t reach him,

so they put his final paycheque in the mail.

Was it cashed?

No.

[CLICKS ON KEYBOARD] He'’s divorced.

No kids.

Nobody reported him missing.

DARNELL: No one'’s seen Pincher at his building

in a couple weeks.

Mail'’s piling up,

science experiment in the fridge.

Whoever'’s using Pincher'’s identity

knows enough not to show his face

around the neighborhood.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

KHALI: Find our ghost yet?

[STARTLED GASP]

Oh, sorry. Didn'’t mean to scare you.

I knew you were there. [AWKWARD CHUCKLE]

So who'’s walking around in the dead man'’s shoes?

Well...

Here he is leaving our home and native land ten days ago.

Image quality sucks, but that is Walter.

And there he is coming back,

four days after sinking to the bottom

of the Erie Canal.

When I die,

the first place I'’m not going is work.

[PROGRAM BEEPS]

Whoever that is,

he looks a lot like Walter Pincher.

Can you run facial recognition,

see if we'’ve got either of these guys

in the database?

Yeah. I'’ll broaden the parameters,

increase the error factor on the identifiers.

Yeah. Trick the system into being more forgiving.

Yeah.

Uh, you like animals?

Um...I adopted a cat.

Oh.Male. Marconi.

Very cool.

Hangs with the cats from the alley.

You know, they got this a cappella thing going.

Okay.

Pffft!

I'’m assuming you've heard I had gerbils.

[AWKWARD LAUGH]

That was the old Slade.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

I think we got a match.

So that'’s the real Walter Pincher.

Who'’s the double?

Whoever he is,

he'’s got a beautiful head of hair.

DARNELL: That'’s Cole Thorpe.

There'’s nothing beautiful about him.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

KESSLER: Cole Thorpe is a prominent American white supremacist.

DARNELL: He was deported from Canada in the nineties

and banned from re-entry.

MOOSE: Yeah, I remember him.

He was a Holocaust denier.

An Ernst Zundel type, right?

SLADE: These fine bald-headed individuals

are members of a white supremacist group

called The True Heritage Alliance.

Chapters in B.C., Alberta and Ontario.

Franchises still available.

Cole Thorpe was the driving force

behind their organization

and expansion in the nineties.

The FBI has a file on him,

but he hasn'’t been under surveillance

since the anti-terrorism unit emptied the cookie jar.

Slade.

He'’s wanted in connection

with the shooting of a black teacher.

Wow, they do look a lot alike.

So Thorpe killed the courier for his identity?

More than likely, he had his skinheads do it.

KHALI: Why now?

Why was Thorpe willing to risk crossing back into Canada?

CARVER: He'’s gotta be planning something.

KESSLER: You and Khali work with CSIS.

Find out if Thorpe has made contact

with any of his good old boys in Canada.

Slade, monitor the chatter

on the white supremacist sites.

See if there'’s anything that'’s got them excited.

CARVER: This is not someone you want roaming free.

Find him and I'’ll take the trash

back where it belongs.

MAGGIE: You know...

[SIGHS]

Gray worked a gun smuggling case

for Customs and Revenue about five years ago.

He put a few of these neo Nazis away.

Was his cover blown?

No.

He might still have some contacts.

Send him in.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

What does it take to get fired up here?

Detective Jackson'’s been cleared of any wrong-doing.

As far as I'’m concerned, he'’s fit for duty.

I thought I told you DHS won'’t work with Jackson.

Not on this case, not ever.

Do you still have neo Nazi contacts?

Maybe.

This one guy made a pretty good snitch.

You still in touch?

Yeah. Last I heard he was inside.

He'’s a pretty messed up kid, though.

He used to follow me around like a puppy.

Track him down.

See if he knows anything about Cole Thorpe.

[SECURITY CHATTER OVER RADIO]

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

Frank!

Frank,

where the hell you been?

Working.

Yeah, well, things haven'’t been so great for me.

Yeah, I can see that.

I don'’t exactly have friends in here.

Yeah, well, some of these guys

take swastikas personally.

Yeah. He'’s already come at me once.

So you got 22 months left on a three-year rap.

Maybe I can help you out.

Depends on what you'’re willing to give me.

Anything. Whatever.

Just get me the hell outta here.

So what are the white boys up to these days?

Uh, word in here is that uh...

Foot soldiers are heading west.

Why?

Get me outta here, I can find out.

Just don'’t leave me in here, okay?

We'’re still talkin', right?

These guys I'’m after,

these are the guys you call family.

You gonna turn on them?

There were five - five of us -

the night we stomped the Paki kid.

You fractured his skull.

How many of those guys you see in this shithole?

You'’re the first guy who'’s ever treated me decent.

C'’mon.

C'’mon, you leave me in here,

I'’m worse than dead.

If this goes,

you better not screw it up.

All right!

All right, Frank!

You and me stirrin'’ the shit like the old days, huh?

[DOOR CLANGS SHUT]

[STREETCAR WHIRS]

I updated your old cover, "Frank."

You'’ve been busy the last five years.

You'’re ex-military, you got kicked out of the RCRS,

and then you got a job working in a meat-packing plant.

Nice.

You lost that when the owners decided to hire

cheap immigrant labor.

That must'’ve pissed me off.

Yeah. You just got out of jail,

where you were serving time for aggravated assault.

And you'’ve discovered the power of the Internet.

You'’ve written some really insightful commentary

on Canada'’s cultural mosaic.

"White race is being wiped out.

We got to stop talking about it

and do something before it'’s too late."

"Aryan pitbull."

That'’s a good handle.

Mm. I backdated the posts

so it makes it look like you'’ve been doing this

for years.

And, um, just in case anyone thought

the "Aryan pitbull" was all bark and no bite...

Here'’s the assault that put "Frank Mitchell" away.

[MAN GRUNTS]

[STRUGGLING GRUNTS]

Wait. Wait.

GRAY: Whew. That'’s a nice reveal.

Thank you.

You know, you can really see Hitchcock'’s influence

in my work, hmm?

I feel bad about that last take.

I didn'’t mean to actually kick the guy.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

CARVER: So now you'’re sending Gray Jackson undercover?

I told you that DHS doesn'’t want him

anywhere near this.

Cole Thorpe is in our jurisdiction.

You must have someone else you can send in.

Detective Jackson has a strong relationship

with an informant

and experience with the white supremacist movement.

This is bullshit.

We all played a part in the shooting,

including you and me.

If Gray Jackson had been straight with us...

If you want to assign another agent to handle him,

that'’s your call.

But I understand you like to finish what you start.

B.C. Hate Crimes says racial tensions

are on the rise in Surrey.

The True Heritage Alliance have been handing out flyers,

holding rallies.

Gray'’s informant said

the neo Nazis are heading to B.C.

Cole Thorpe could be in Surrey.

[INTERCOM BEEPS]

Gray, could you step in?

Stay on the trail.

Deportation'’s not enough.

I wanna nail him with something

that'’s gonna stick.

Close the door.

What'’s up?

If you cross the line so much as a hair,

I'’m cutting you loose.

He'’s sending the guy out undercover?

Has he lost his freakin'’ mind?

Gray'’s informant demonstrates poor impulse control,

is prone to unpredictable behavior

and has abandonment issues

which manifest in uncontrolled fits of rage.

That'’s great.

Gray'’s gonna be the mature one.

Frank!

Frank, hey.

Let'’s do this thing, huh?

Can we stop for chicken?

No, we'’ll grab food at the airport.

It'’s gotta be The Dirty Bird, dude.

Some good food, nice piece'’a ass,

I'’ll be ready to rock.

We'’re not going on vacation here, Danny.

This is work.

Yeah, I know.

But we gotta eat something, right?

GRAY: You even think of hanging me out to dry on this one,

you'’re coming right back in here.

[ENGINES HISS]

[CONTROL TOWER CHATTER]

[CHEWING NOISILY]

Mmm.

DANNY: Oh, man.

When did Toronto get so much hot ass?

I swear,

bitches are coming out of the woodwork

'’cause they know how horny I am.

Check it out.

I just caught a bad case of yellow fever.

[HARD SMACK]

Ow, man! What the hell?

Go get us some coffee.

Go on. Go!

BOARDING ANNOUNCEMENT: Ladies and gentlemen.

This is the final boarding call

for Air Canada flight 224 to Halifax.

Would all passengers please report to gate A1.

Give me your cell.

Ernie, your bookie,

is number three on speed dial.

Hit that and I'’ll answer.

Better service than my real bookie

ever gave me.

You'’re gonna check in with me every day.

No exceptions, no screw-ups.

So how long is the deep freeze gonna last?

Get a parka.

BOARDING ANNOUNCEMENT: This is a pre-boarding announcement...

[TRAFFIC HUMS ALONG, CARS HONK]

[HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYS IN THE CLUB]

Who are you?

Danny Colson.

I'’m an old friend of Gord'’s.

Who'’s he?

Oh, Frank'’s with me.

GORD: It is gonna happen.

I guarantee it.

We'’re gonna do it.

They can'’t stop us.

Once we got the...

Gord!

GORD: There'’s nothing they can do.

We'’re just gonna have to keep on going.

Hey, Gord!

Uh, Danny.

Hey, Danny.

Yeah. We met at the, uh, Brampton rally.

Uh, I went away for the, uh, Paki kid in Toronto.

You probably heard.

Right.

Yeah, so, when did you get out?

Uh, couple days ago.

Get this kid whatever he wants.

Uh, a shot of bourbon and a beer.

Thanks, Gord.

Who'’s your friend?

Frank Mitchell.

Yeah, yeah. Dude'’s psycho.

Ah, you should check out "Aryan pitbull" on the boards.

That'’s him. He'’s got this kickass video.

Shit cost me two years.

Good for you.

I have spent the last seven hours

on racist websites from Belgium to Brazil.

Whoa! You need a shower.

No! No, you do not.

I can'’t believe I just said that.

I, I just meant that all those websites are so...

They'’re so slimy.

KHALI: Not a lot of originality in the comments.

Most of them write like third graders.

You'’re surprised?

KHALI: I did find one guy, though.

He'’s more measured, thoughtful on his blog.

I'’d say he's got a degree.

Hmm. Does he have any cred in the community?

A bunch of websites have links to his blog.

He sings the praises of Cole Thorpe,

and his readers respond to him like he'’s some kind of guru.

Could be Thorpe himself.

Track this guy.

SLADE: Oh, sure. Yeah.

No problem.

'’Cause a guy like that's gonna use his real name.

[LAUGHS]

Seriously,

he'’ll have barricaded his tech fortress

with more defenses than Ulduar.

KHALI: Then marshal your tanks,

healers and damage dealers.

[SURPRISED HUFF] Dude, you know Warcraft?

I know my DPS from my TPS.

[METAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[LOW HUM OF TRAFFIC, HORNS HONK]

[POLICE SIREN WAILS]

BOUNCER: Move your truck, asshole.

I said move your truck, asshole!

Hey!

I'’m talking to you!

That'’s right! You, ya gook!

Open your slanty eyes!

Hey shithead!

Yeah, you. He said move your truck!

He said move your truck!

Shit.

C'’mon, man, where'’d you get your license?

A fortune cookie?

Yeah, I'’m talking to you.

Come '’ere.

[CRATES CLATTER ON PAVEMENT]

GRAY: Come here, man! I'’m talkin' to you!

Huh?

Get over here!

[WHISPERS] Okay, go now!

Go! Go!

DANNY: Come here, you!

CARVER: 10-33, 10-60.

Assault in progress.

[MAN GRUNTS]

Get down!

[LOUD THUD]

[CAR ALARM BLARES]

Yeah! Let me in there, Danny! C'’mon!

GRAY: C'’mon, man! I'’m gonna bash his head in!

Come on!

Yeah, baby! Come on!

Lemme in there!

Lemme in there, man! Come on.

Come on, get up!

I'’m gonna bash his head in!

C'’mon!

Let'’s go.

C'’mon, man, the gook'’s gotta learn.

[POLICE SIRENS WAIL]

Don'’t blow your wad, kid.

DANNY: C'’mon!

Let'’s go, Frank! Let'’s go!

We gotta go!

We got him good.

Let'’s go. C'’mon, Frank!

GORD: Let'’s go!

[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]

CARVER: Bruised kidney, two broken ribs,

internal bleeding.

You'’re lucky Mr. Lee is still alive.

The guy was in the wrong place

at the wrong time,

and Danny was out of control.

Your snitch, your responsibility.

Hey, I stopped it, all right?

Freychuck stopped it!

What was your plan if he didn'’t?

I would'’ve handled it.

Yeah right.

Any word on Thorpe?

No, nothing yet.

No sign of the target.

No intel on where he is,

or if he'’s even affiliated with Freychuck'’s group.

Would you give me a break!

I just got here yesterday!

Is your cover secure?

Don'’t worry about me.

I don'’t. I only care about getting Thorpe.

Yeah, well, that makes two of us.

[ANGRY HUFF]

[SIGHS HEAVILY]

Hey, Frank! Where the hell you been, man?

GRAY: Breakfast.

DANNY: Why didn'’t you get me any? I'’m starving.

GRAY: Hey, what'’re you doing?

C'’mon, man, that'’s my phone.

You might have potential.

Get in!

GRAY: Where'’re we going?

Disneyland.

[HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[ENGINE CUTS OUT, MUSIC STOPS, MEN LAUGHING]

[GUNSHOTS POP]

[VAN DOOR CLOSES]

GORD: All right,

who'’s up for a little target practice?

[RAPID GUNFIRE]

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

He'’s not Cole Thorpe.

Your blogger.

I got his IP address.

He tried to mask it

by using a proxy server in Berlin.

[SCOFFS] A single proxy?

So where is he?

Uh. He uses a computer at the U of T library.

Latest posts between 4:30 and 6 p.m.

He'’d have to have a university ID number

to access those computers.

Mm. Cole Thorpe has zero connection to the U of T.

So we are tracking a different wingnut.

[SIGHS HEAVILY]

Our guy'’s articulate,

influential and well-respected

in the neo-nazi online community.

He might still lead us to Thorpe.

Can you pull a list of everyone

who accessed the U of T computers yesterday?

Can I? [LAUGHS]

I assume you know

that my skill set is somewhat beyond the...

Um, I was being polite.

Yeah. Of course you were. Yeah. That is so you.

[GUNSHOTS FIRE]

Let'’s see if you're as good as the kid says.

DANNY: Oh, you won'’t believe this shit.

[COCKS RIFLE]

[GUN FIRES]

DANNY: [LAUGHS] Oh yeah.

[GUN FIRES] Ha!

You could take a lesson.

[GUN FIRES]

Where did you learn to shoot like that?

Gagetown.

[RAPID GUNFIRE]

They don'’t teach that in basic.

I trained as a sniper.

Never saw any action

'’cause I got tossed out for beating up a raghead.

[LAUGHING]

How the hell does that work?

Oh, it'’s the army, man.

They train you to shoot the bastards,

then kick you out

for cleaning up your own backyard.

[GUN FIRES]

Country'’s upside down, Frank.

The government bends over

for every gook and camel jockey

with a sob story.

Gives them free medical, free education.

They'’re giving away the whole god-damned country.

Leaves decent, hardworking,

white Canadians like you and me

on the unemployment line.

You got that right.

This is our country.

We gotta get the message out: We'’re taking it back.

"Get the message out?" Let'’s bust some heads.

We got a little somethin'’ coming up.

All right, just tell me when and where.

Let'’s see what you can do

with a little more firepower.

[MAGAZINE LOCKS IN PLACE]

Go ahead, she'’s all yours.

Go for it.

[COCKS WEAPON]

[RAPID GUNFIRE]

I cracked the U of T database.

Here'’s a list of user IDs and passwords

with corresponding students and professors.

KHALI: So which ones accessed

the library computers yesterday?

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

Afternoon library users.

Uh? Uh? Wait for it...

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

There'’s your guy.

He used the same computer I tracked the blog post to.

You might be the only guy I'’ve ever met

who actually lives up to his reputation.

Moose, you wanna go pick up a mystery racist with me?

Let'’s do it.

SLADE: That'’s my reputation as a technical genius, right?

'’Cause the gerbils are no more.

[RAPID GUNFIRE]

GORD: All right, that'’s it for today, boys.

Let'’s pack it up.

[RAPID GUNFIRE]

[LAUGHING]

Easy, Rambo.

Stick with us.

The targets will not be paper.

Your time'’s your own '’til tomorrow.

That was awesome!

We'’re here to find Cole Thorpe.

Yeah, I know.

Okay, well, stay focused.

Yeah. I'’m cool, man.

C'’mon, let's go get our drink on.

I was registered for like two weeks.

KHALI: Well, somebody'’s been using

your student number and password

to access the computers.

Man, I didn'’t even know I had a student number.

This is a dead end.

Yeah, okay. Thanks, Sean.

Sorry for bothering you.

Yeah, so, uh...

This student card,

do I get free stuff? Discounts or something?

Oh, yeah. Everywhere.

DANNY: I know. Listen to this. Listen to this.

Twelve years old,

I walk straight up to the guy'’s house,

I spray a swastika on his garage.

[GUYS LAUGH]

Broad daylight.

Principal of my own school.

GORD: Yeah. Look, I got company.

I'’ll call you later.

Mr. Thorpe, good to see ya.

How was Alberta?

Productive.

We'’ve got some great people there.

Well, we got some good people here, too.

Uh huh.

Nice set-up, Gord.

Not in your name, I hope.

GORD: [LAUGHING] Of course not.

THORPE: Firing range?

GORD: Yeah.

THORPE: I like that.

[DOG BARKING]

[DIALING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Carver.

GRAY: Hey, it'’s me.

Where are you?

Gord Freychuck'’s place. Thorpe'’s here.

Give me an address.

I can'’t. I have no idea where I am.

They blindfolded me when I came in.

Listen to me,

I think they might be building a bomb.

CARVER: Are you in Vancouver?

Can you give me a landmark?

No.

No, I...

Look, I told you, all right, babe?

It was last minute.

Me and some of the guys just felt like takin'’ off.

Give me something. How far from the metal club?

No, would you quit bitchin'’ at me?

[PHONE BEEPS OFF]

Shit. That'’s my girlfriend.

She'’s pissed off.

I don'’t care how pussywhipped you are,

I catch you messing with my stuff again,

I'’ll kill you.

I'’m sorry, man.

You should see the ass on her though.

Get outta here.

[HITS REDIAL ON PHONE]

[PHONE RINGS]

You don'’t hang up on me!

Where the hell are you?

Sorry, sweetheart,

Frank won'’t be making it home for supper tonight.

CARVER: Who the hell is this?

Put Frank back on the phone right now, asshole!

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

KHALI: I got a list of everyone who had access

to Sean'’s student number.

Very unlikely any Jewish or Vis-Min staff

would write a neo-nazi blog,

so I crossed them off.

Who'’s left?

Uh, three professors, two administrators,

an I.T. guy and an Ontario judge

who used to lecture part-time in civics.

'’Kay, check them all.

All right. Take a break, boys.

Mr. Thorpe wants to say a few words.

THORPE: You know, in these troubling times,

it'’s difficult to stand up for what you believe in,

to fight an oppressive system of government

that seems intent on stealing your nation,

your birthright,

to protect your right of free speech.

But you know, as I do,

that our forefathers worked hard

on these wonderful nations

based on traditional European,

Christian values.

[CHEERING AND APPLAUDING]Sieg heil!

THORPE: You...Are revolutionaries

in the most important war ever fought on Canadian soil:

The battle for an all-white nation.

White power!

EVERYONE: White power!

Today,

we launch an assault

that will take back what is yours.

To send a message to others

who have been too afraid to speak out.

We are not alone.

It is not too late.

This is the beginning.

And together,

we can rebuild this once great nation.

White power!

EVERYONE: White power!

THORPE: White power!

EVERYONE: White power!

White power!

[APPLAUDING]

MAN: White power! Yeah!

They tell you where the van'’s going?

DANNY: Uh, it'’s fertilizer.

They get cash from grow ops.

No, man, it'’s a truck bomb.

You don'’t know that.

Hey, look, we need to learn the target.

Sorry to break up

your little heart to heart here, girls.

But I got some good news.

You made the cut.

[LAUGHS] Hells yeah!

Let'’s go cause some damage.

Thanks, man.

MOOSE: Hey, that judge you asked me to run?

The ex U-of-T prof?

He'’s been sniffing around Gray'’s cover.

Charles Burke.

MOOSE: Yeah. My guy at Corrections

said Judge Burke inquired about Danny'’s early release.

Burke is an Ontario court judge.

He'’s got no business

with a superior court conviction like Danny'’s.

Yeah. Well, he also ran a background check

on "Frank Mitchell."

DARNELL: If he'’s checking out Gray and Danny,

he could be feeding the information to Cole Thorpe.

Yeah.

[DISGUSTED] A judge.

C'’mon, you've never met a racist judge?

THORPE: This is the building site of a three-phase condo

that will take six years to complete.

GORD: Six years of full-time wages.

And those jobs are not gonna go to white Canadians.

Your provincial government

awarded the contract to Gurdeep Singh.

Now, in a few hours,

you are going to send them a little message.

I need to pull Gray.

We haven'’t found him.

Hate Crimes is still trying to track down Gord Freychuck.

Gray'’s cover could be blown.

What happened?

Cole Thorpe has got a friend on the Ontario Bench.

Jesus.

We'’ll land on the judge.

You call me the minute you find Gray.

THORPE: The six of you will stake out the site.

When the workers arrive for their shift...

You pick off every Paki you can find.

There'’s a beer for every one you hit.

Now Gord will supply you with weapons and ammunition-

The good stuff?

GORD: Yeah. M-16s like you been using.

Bullet-proof vests. Balaclavas.

GORD: For the chickenshits

who don'’t want their faces to be seen.

DANNY: No way I'’m wearing a mask.

My face is gonna be the last thing

those curryeaters see.

THORPE: Any questions?

Good. Let'’s gear up.

Camel jockey huntin'’.

I gotta take a piss.

Yeah. Use my can.

[TYPING]

CARVER: Thorpe'’s sending guys to shoot Sikh workers.

Condo site.

Colebrook at one-sixty-eight. Let'’s move.

He'’s all yours.

EXTREMISTS: Do it, Danny. Get him.

C'’mon. Do it, Danny. C'’mon, kill 'em, Danny.

Do it, Danny!

Kill him!

What'’s the problem? Kill the bastard.

[LANDS HARD BLOW]

GRAY: Ungh!

EXTREMISTS: [LAUGHING]

I didn'’t know he was a cop, Gord.

I swear! I didn'’t know.

You want me to trust you?

You'’re gonna have to finish the job.

[GRAY GRUNTS]

You want me to kill him?

I don'’t wanna know about it. Just do it.

[GRAY GRUNTS AND GROANS]

DANNY: C'’mon!

GRAY: Let go of me!

DANNY: Get up.

10-22. We'’ve got the wrong target.

Nothing'’s here. Nothing'’s here.

Let'’s go back. Let'’s go back.

Thanks, guys.

[CHATTER OVER RADIO]

Just think about this, Danny.

Shut up.

I turn up dead,

who'’re they gonna come looking for?

I said shut your hole, all right?

GRAY: You'’re gonna spend the rest of your life in jail.

Guards don'’t like cop killers.

Move it.

Listen, man, you don'’t have to do this.

You can still...Just shut up!

Shut up! Just shut up!

Quit pissing around.

KESSLER: You'’re a judge!

People look to you for justice.

And I dispense it.

How many rulings have been poisoned by your bigotry?

And how many criminals will go free

when your decisions are overturned?

I want my lawyer.

You know ICS can hold you 48 hours without one.

On what grounds?

For aiding and abetting a known fugitive.

Those are your phone records.

Who asked you to check out Danny Colson

and Frank Mitchell?

My office handles hundreds of inquiries.

Who'’d you pass the information to?

I don'’t know what you'’re talking about.

Tell me what Cole Thorpe is planning!

I have no idea.

He'’s initiated a criminal operation in B.C.

What is the target?

Criminals stream into this country

from all over the world.

We must stem the tide.

If anybody dies, you'’ll be charged

with conspiracy to commit murder.

All right, put him down.

Put him down on his knees!

You got a choice.

Gimme the gun.

Gimme the gun.

Let me shut him up.

Always talking. Everything!

And you talk... Everything'’s just so...

I just can'’t...

God!

[GUNSHOT ECHOES]

[BODY THUMPS ON GROUND]

He'’s dead.

Just, uh, remember to put that in your report,

that I saved your life.

'’cause that's not murder, if I saved a cop'’s life, right?

Hey, hey!

Get your shit together. We gotta go.

Now. C'’mon!

C'’mon!

[FAST PACED MUSIC]

Go talk to him.

What? No, way!

Listen to me.

You'’re gonna distract him so I can get in there.

Let'’s go. Get going. C'’mon!

DANNY: Hey!

Hey.

Uh, job'’s done.

Uh, I didn'’t know what to do with the body

so, uh...

I was thinking we should burn it or something.

Anyways, come.

[DOOR CLANGS SHUT]

[GLASS SHATTERING]

[MEN EXCHANGE GUNFIRE]

[EXCHANGING GUNFIRE]

[GUNSHOT FIRES]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNSHOTS FIRE]

[FIRES TWICE]

[RICOCHET]

[GUNFIRE, GLASS SHATTERS]

[MULTIPLE GUNSHOTS]

[GUNFIRE]

THORPE: [GROANS]

SLADE: So, who do we like?

Synagogues, mosques,

Chinese corner stores?

These guys have more than enough hate to go round.

I bet we'’re still looking for a Sikh target.

In Surrey,

white supremacists have a special hate on for Sikhs.

Which narrows it down to about 400,000 people.

THORPE: [GROANS]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Carver.

Liz, you got the wrong target.

I know. Where am I going?

GRAY: We'’re looking for a Sikh event.

Press is there.

It'’s some sort of grand opening.

It'’s live on the multi-culti channel.

[KEYS JANGLE]

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

DANNY: Won'’t need those.

I got it.

It'’s the old legion site.

They bulldozed it

to build a Sikh family resource center.

Agent Carver?

This is Agent Massi at ICS.

We'’ve got the target.

CHILDREN: [LAUGHING AND GIGGLING]

[MUSIC PLAYS]

I think we'’re gonna have an excellent turn out.

Get out the passenger side door and walk away.

ENFORCER 2: Copy.

CARVER: Get on the roof!

What'’s in the van?

I'’m not tellin' you shit!

Go on, go on. You get in there, too.

Bingo.

[DETONATOR BEEPING]

[LAUGHING]

Here we go.

GRAY: Don'’t move.

Let'’s get everybody back. Let'’s get 'em back.

SWAT TEAM: All right, clear the area.

CARVER: Everyone, please step back.

[POLICE SIRENS WAIL]

CARVER: Everyone relax.

Please step back. Thank you.

SWAT TEAM: Please clear the area.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Hey, I could get into this undercover shit!

How much do you pay?

Hey, man. I saved your life.

You didn'’t have to kill the guy.

DANNY: C'’mon! You don't have to do this.

We had a deal!

I won'’t disappear this time, all right?

I'’ll get you some help. Let'’s go.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]