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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]