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We wanna talk to you
about a position

with the secret service
intelligence division.

GRAY:
Previously onThe Border...

KHALI:
A senior information technology consultant.

Wow.

Mike, I can'’t.

KESSLER:
That'’s the guy you're seeing.

You mean
you really didn'’t know?

If I had,
I would'’ve locked him up and thrown away the key.

Minister Hardacre
appointed me

ministry consultant
on border security

for the president'’s visit.

How would you feel
about making this arrangement permanent?

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

Not on this case,
not ever.

The bomb, the shootings,

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

I'’m sorry about your dad.

Well, I'’m just sorry.

[PA SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT PLAYING]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

You see that?

She checked a photo
on her phone,

like she was looking
for someone special.

Yeah. Who gets into
the longest line?

KHALI:
Yeah.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

You need to relax...

Muchacho.

Carmelita Sanchez?

Who the hell
are you?

ICS.

Hijo de puta!

Lemme go!Step over here.

Right here, please.

KHALI: Cell phone.

This is too easy.

MOOSE:
Busted. Nice.

Vete a la mierda!

Calmate, chica.

Officer, can you step outside
the booth, please?

[GRUNTS]

Freeze!

MOOSE:
Everybody down! He'’s got a gun!

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

Don'’t come any closer!

Get back!

Okay, we just wanna
talk to you.

You need to calm down.

[SOBBING]
They'’ll kill my family.

Who will?

They'’ll torture
and kill them.

Please, just give me the gun.

No![GUNSHOT POPS]

No![PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey.

Hey.

Mm, we slept in.

I was thinking
maybe we could take a personal day.

Airport customs officers
aren'’t supposed to be armed.

How the hell did he get
a gun in there?

I'’m guessing
security was lax because of the uniform.

Put out a directive.

Customs personnel
go through metal detectors

like everybody else.

MOOSE:
Yes, sir.

What do we know
about the drug mule?

Carmelita Sanchez, 18,
landed immigrant,

lives in Etobicoke
with her grandmother.

Claimed to be vacationing
in Cancun.

Maybe she can tell us
who Agent Torres was afraid of.

I gotta warn you,
she'’s got a hell of a mouth.

Agent Massi.

How'’re you holding up?

Fine.

I just should'’ve
stopped him.

He wasn'’t being rational.

There'’s nothing
you could do.

Tragedies happen,
you have to accept that.

Yes, sir.

The flight attendant
called us from the plane.

You left cocaine residue
in the lavatory.

Need a little toot
before landing, did you?

[CHUCKLES]

You'’re funny, lady.

We found cocaine
around your waist,

around your hips,
stuffed into your bra,

and in no fewer
than two body cavities.

And I'’m guessing
you swallowed some.

You'’ll notice that
the toilets in the cells

don'’t flush.

You wanna poke
through my shit,

that'’s on you.

You'’re pretty cocky,
aren'’t you?

What are you, 18?

I'’m wise beyond my years.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I can see that.

You must'’ve been
pretty sure

that you weren'’t
gonna be searched.

The people I work for
take care of business.

Meaning they intimidated
the customs agent

and gave you his picture.

Do these "people"
have a name?

[SCOFFS]
Get real, lady.

What if officer Torres
had called in sick,

or been moved
to another post?

They would'’ve killed him.

Like I said,
they take care of business.

Officer Torres shot himself

because your employers
were gonna torture

and kill his family.

Don'’t you have a family?

Nobody I give a shit about.

Oh, yeah?

What about
your grandmother?

[CHUCKLES]
Abuelita?

Nobody gonna mess
with her.

Aren'’t you afraid
they'’ll kill you?

[CHUCKLES]

Life'’s a bitch,

and then you die.

Is that a "13?"

Get your hands off me,
cabrona!

[CHUCKLES]
Oh, baby.

If you are a drug mule
for Mara Salvatrucha,

I am the least
of your problems.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

Carmelita could be
Mara Salvatrucha 13.

How'’re we doing
with her phone?

SLADE:
It'’s a burner,

hasn'’t been used
to call in or out.

Only contains
the customs guy'’s photo

and some
password-protected data.

I'’m running it through
a decrypter.

And his bank records?

Nothing stands out.

I don'’t think
he was on the take.

See if you can find anything
that ties him to MS-13.

And check back through
customs surveillance tapes,

see who else
he'’s been letting through.

Mara Salvatrucha...

I didn'’t realize they'd expanded
this far north.

Yeah, no wonder
your guy was terrified.

I think you got something.

Hm? Oh.

What is that?
Latitude and longitude?

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

Yeah, Lee Vale
could work.

10.30 could be the time,

which just leaves
the 13.1.18.3.15.

That'’s straight alphanumeric.

Thirteenth letter'’s M,
A, R, C, O.

'’Kay, so she delivers
the drugs to Marco

at Lee Vale Park
at 10:30.

That'’s in 15 minutes.

Whoa.

[CHUCKLES]

Mm. I'’m starving,
what'’s for breakfast?

I'’d cook bacon
and eggs,

but I don'’t have
a frying pan.

Or bacon, or eggs.

Or plates,
or a table.

I got a zen minimal thing
happening.

Right, '’cause you're such
a spiritual guy.

Well, it'’s easy to clean.

You know, in my book,

a working definition
of "grownup"

is "one who prepares food."

Okay. I'’m all about
the grownup.

Big talk.

Listen, I'’ll take
cooking classes,

I'’ll buy French herbs...

Whatever it takes,
I'’m all in.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

So much
for the personal day.

GRAY: [SIGHS]

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

Jackson.

How far are you
from Lee Vale Court?

GRAY:
Ten minutes. Why?

A drug dealer named Marco
should be waiting

to meet a mule there
at 10:30.

He'’s probably MS-13.

Mara Salvatrucha?

KESSLER:
Keep a low profile

until Darnell shows up,
but go armed.

Yeah, you got it, boss.

You going someplace?

DHS considers MS-13

the most violent street gang
in America.

Breakfast can wait.

HOLLAND:
Mr. Mannering and I'’ve been discussing protocols.

MANNERING:
As ministry liaison

on border security,

I'’ll need regular briefings

on all open ICS
investigations.

I don'’t think so.Major.

The last thing we need
is more bureaucratic time-wasting.

Hm. It'’s hardly
a waste of time

to report to your superior.

To my what?

He was referring
to minister Hardacre.

Speaking of whom,

the minister
is on line one.

Shall we put him on speaker?

Good morning, minister.

Let'’s make this brief,
shall we?

Mr. Mannering and I were
just bringing major Kessler

up to speed
on the new protocols.

ICS is supposed
to be autonomous.

HARDACRE:
The hell it is.

You are to keep Mr. Mannering
up-to-date

on all open cases.

I need to know everything
you'’re doing down there,

before it shows up
on the ten o'’clock news.

That may not always
be possible.

When you challenge
Mannering'’s authority,

you'’re challenging mine.
Do I make myself clear?

KESSLER:
Yes, sir.

Let'’s start with
the customs officer

who shot himself
this morning.

I gather he was colluding
with a drug mule.

We'’ve opened
an investigation.

ICS cannot investigate itself.

I'’m turning this over
to the RCMP.

BASKETBALL PLAYER:
Nice!

PLAYERS:
Come on! Open, open!

GRAY:
Ah, we could watch a game.

Pretend we'’re a nice couple
out for a stroll.

No one would buy it.

Ten o'’clock.

[PLAYERS CHATTERING]

Shit!

[GRUNTS] Puto!

GRAY:
[GRUNTS]

You realize that'’s
a personal foul.

KESSLER:
MS-13, or Mara Salvatrucha,

was started
by ex-Salvadoran guerrillas

in the barrios of L.A.

They spread virally
to the U.S.,

Mexico,
and central America,

and have over 100,000 members
worldwide.

Are now they'’re
in Canada.

Well, they'’ve been here
for awhile, keeping a low profile

while they established
themselves

in the drug trade.

MS-13 makes a cult
out of brutality -

cutting off limbs,
decapitating their enemies,

killing women
and children.

They have murdered
police officers,

prosecutors, and judges.

They look like the jets
on acid.

Their favorite weapons
are MP5s and machetes.

Machetes...
Well that'’s just great.

So mules bring you the drugs
and you do what?

Sell them yourself?

You got nothin'’ on me,
hombre.

Who'’s next in the food chain?

I ain'’t telling you shit.

I want my lawyer now.

We'’re ICS, not police.

We can hold you 48 hours
without one.

Who give me in, anyway?

La chicagive me up?

Hmm?

Because if it is,
that'’s very stupid of her.

All right.
Witness intimidation,

there'’s grounds for arrest
right there.

If she'’s busted,
she'’s dead anyway.

We don'’t risk it,
not with a, um...

A puta.

Will they risk it
with you?

What do you mean?

How long will they
let you live?

That'’s different, hombre.

I'’m connected.

Even after word gets out
how helpful you'’ve been?

Nobody gonna believe
your... lies.

What is that?
Is that a skull?

Santisima muerte.

Saint death.

Patron Saint
of drug dealers and killers.

MAGGIE:
Hmm. Well...

Better say your prayers.

[LAUGHS SMUGLY]

That guy looks suspicious.

They all do.

Nobody can be taped

with a high-angle
fixed-lens video camera

and not look suspicious.

[LAUGHS]

[PHONE VIBRATES]

I need to take this.

[CLEARS THROAT]
Slade.

Uh... tomorrow?

So soon?

Okay. Sure, 8:30.

You bet.

Wait,
should I wear a tie?

Um...

I should, though,
right?

Those guys are
all sharp dressers.

Secret service?

SLADE:
[SHUSHING]

They don'’t know yet.

Not even the boss.
I mean, let'’s face it,

I'’m pretty much indispensable
around here.

Stop.

I'’ve seen that face.

Run the scanner log.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

14:26 on the tenth.

That'’s two days ago.

Flight 621
from Mexico City.

[COMPUTER KEYS BEEP,
MONITOR BEEPS]

Here he is.
Juan Hidalgo.

That'’s not Juan Hidalgo.

No, passport was doctored.

Um, check the wanted lists:

FBI, Interpol, RCMP...

There, number seven
on the DEA wanted list.

Hugo Fuentes.

SLADE: Oh.

Aka El Carnivoro...

The carnivore.

That can'’t be good.

High-ranking member
of Los Zetas,

second in command
of security enforcement

and involved in the trafficking

of multi-ton quantities
of cocaine

into the United States
each month.

Okay, here'’s an article
in the Mexican press

about Fuentes.

Uh, it'’s in Spanish,
by...

Ramon Esteban.
Huh...

The boss knows this guy.

This journalist,
he was here.

"Fifteen people massacred

"in a drug rehabilitation
center."

"Severed heads thrown
into a nightclub..."

"Grenades thrown into
a public square..."

Wow, senor Fuentes
is one bad-ass hombre.

Hey.Hey.

We know MS-13 owned
the customs agent,

so what was he doing
stamping the fake passport

of aLos Zetas capo?

Uh, it'’s a mystery.

Is MS-13 allying itself
with Los Zetas?

You know, Los Zetas
is way out of MS-13'’s league

when it comes
to smuggling.

They use cargo containers
and seaplanes,

not brassieres.

No, what MS-13 does well
is sell on the street.

El Carnivoro.

You know why
they call him that?

Enlighten us.

Because he likes to eat
the flesh of his enemies.

You'’re renovating?

Ramon volunteers here,

he teaches literacy skills
to Latino refugees.

He should be done
in a minute.

Why'’re you doing this,
Mike?

KESSLER:
Ramon has written extensively about Hugo Fuentes.

His expertise might help us
find a very violent

and dangerous criminal.

He came here to escape
the drug wars

and now you'’re dragging
him back in.

KESSLER:
We just want him...He still has the scars

where they burned him.

Terri, he can say "no."

Are you kidding?
He'’ll jump at the chance.

KESSLER: [SIGHS]If it were up to him,

he'’d still be dodging bullets
in Mexico City.

He only left because
he was too badly injured

to stop his friends
from putting him on a plane.

RAMON:
Finish lesson three for next week, okay?

Okay.

Hello, major.

Mr. Esteban.

Oh, for God'’s sake.
Ramon, Mike.

Can we at least
get this thing on a first-name footing?

This man entered
the country two days ago.

I believe you know him.

Hugo Fuentes.

We were hoping
you might be available for a briefing.

RAMON:
Of course.

Just make sure
you bring him back

in the same condition
you found him in.

She'’s very amusing.

Your ex-wife.

Hmm.

Los Zetas were the worst
of the Mexican drug cartels.

The Colombians
are old news.

Ninety percent of the meth
and cocaine in the U.S.

goes through Mexico.

RAMON: Los Zetas
were elite commandos

trained by the Mexican
government

to fight the Gulf cartel.

They deserted en masse
and now they run it.

Real success story.

They climbed to the top
by ruthlessly killing anyone

who got in their way.

They massacred women
and children,

beheaded police officers.

Once they decide to kill you,
there is no escape.

Great. Now they'’re
our problem.

One of them, anyway.

Hugo Fuentes,
AKA El Carnivoro.

So-called because he devours
the competition.

He'’s probably here
to tighten his hold

on the Canadian market.

By getting MS-13
to distribute his drugs?

Los Zetas relies heavily
on the street gangs

all over North America.

We need to find
Hugo Fuentes.

I have a number of friends
in the Mexican community.

Um, one of them
may have heard something.

We think MS-13 helped
bring him into the country.

This young boy I tutor,
uh, Rafael...

his older brother Arturo
is MS-13.

They are illegal immigrants.

I could offer visas.

He'’s a good kid.
He'’s worth saving.

Boss, Mannering'’s here
for our prisoners.

What?

The hell he is.

MANNERING:
Then get him out of his meeting!

I need you to sign
these prisoner release forms.

These people smuggled drugs!

Into Canada, Agent Carver,
not the United States.

You'’re out
of your jurisdiction.

Drug-running is absolutely
in my jurisdiction.

These particular drug-runners

are material witnesses
to the corruption

of a customs agent.

ICS cannot police itself.

Now, would you kindly
sign the forms.

Unbelievable.

Thank you.

Are you deliberately sabotaging
our investigation?

They could lead us
to Fuentes.

But you'’d rather
play politics

than lock up
a narco-terrorist.

[HUFFS] This is Canada,
Agent Carver,

not Mexico.

If you want to find
narco-terrorists,

I suggest you transfer
to El Paso.

[ENGINE REVS]

How do you keep yourself
from punching

that asshole'’s lights out?

Emotional repression.

It helps to be a white male.

I used to be more detached.

But ever since the shooting,
I'’ve run out of patience.

Yeah.

It'’s like, in a split second,
it can all be over

and there goes your chance
to do something.

That sound naive?

On the contrary.

Boss!

I picked up
a police report.

Automatic weapons fired,
two clicks down the road.

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[SIREN WAILS NEARBY]

[UNINTELLIGIBLE RADIO CHATTER]

There'’s no mystery here.
It was Mara Salvatrucha,

making sure the prisoners
wouldn'’t talk.

The shooter
won'’t talk either.

At least we'’ll be able
to identify him,

track down
his associates.

Officer Beck
was a new father.

He'’s... He's got
a two-week-old baby.

What am I gonna tell
his wife?

You know what this means,
don'’t you?

Declaration of war.

You don'’t have to do this.

Don'’t I?

You have a new life here
and you can be happy.

A narco-guerra'’s spreading,
Terri.

It'’s even infected
this peaceful country.

Can'’t you stop him?

Terri...Goddammit!

Ramon and I have
a chance here...

He'’s a free man,
it'’s not up to me.

But for the record,
I agree with him.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Rafael says he'’s never heard
of MS-13.

He'’s not a member yet.

If he'’d been jumped in,
he'’d have visible scars.

Thirteen very long seconds
of vicious beating.

Some kids don'’t survive.

I'’m not scared.

No?

What about the part
when you brutally attack

an innocent person?

An old woman,
or a child?

How '’bout your little sister?

When it'’s her time
to join,

they'’ll brutally
gang rape her.

Is this the life your mother
wants for her children?

Shut up about my mother!

She came here illegally,
didn'’t she?

Risked everything
to make a new life for you.

She works 80 hours a week
cleaning houses

to buy those fancy shoes.

Shut up!

KESSLER:
If you don'’t help us,

I will deport your mother,

your sister,
your brother.

How long do you think
Arturo will last in Mexico

before he dies
in the drug wars?

How long
before they come after the rest of your family?

Tell us about Hugo Fuentes
and MS-13.

Arturo'’s friends
will kill us,

cut our bodies in pieces.

KESSLER:
I'’ll protect you.

Provide visas
for your family.

Move you somewhere safe.

What about Arturo?

He wants to leave MS-Trece,
but...

Nobody gets out alive.

Blood in, blood out.

If Arturo helps us,
we'’ll help him.

He'’s moving up
in the clique.

He'’s a guard today,
at a meet...

With un hombre importante.

Where is this meet
gonna take place?

Lastima, maybe.
Or El Alamo.

Or La Segovia.

They have nice chicas
there.

Do you know when?

You could try Welook page.

I beg your pardon?

welook.ca.

Arturo writes messages there.

It'’s the page
for Santa Muerte.

KHALI:
"Psycho and Bebe Hidalgo are now friends."

And look,
"Lobo sent Loco a nudge."

Wow. Just... wow.

Hey, you cracked
the password.

Some low-level buzz
about a guest in town,

but no venue.SLADE: But I checked out
those clubs.

La Segovia is closed
this afternoon

for a private party.

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING][PHONE DIALING]

ALPHA ONE:
Alpha Two, do you read?

Alpha Two, do you read?

ALPHA TWO:
Alpha Two, copy. On the roof.

Vehicle'’s entered Lane
and is slowing.

Vehicle has arrived,
a white sedan.

ALPHA ONE:
Snipers in position.

Foxtrot, prepare to reverse
on signal.

ALPHA TWO:
Suspect is exiting the building.

It'’s Fuentes.
He is getting in the car.

ALPHA TWO:
Suspect has been identified.

Foxtrot, you'’re a go.

FOXTROT:
Foxtrot reversing...

[TRUCK BACK-UP SIGNAL BEEPING]

FOXTROT:
Suspect successfully diverted.

Nice!

ALPHA ONE:
Suspect in play.

Move in Bravo One,
Bravo Two.

First team, second team,
move in.

[CAR ACCELERATES]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[SIREN WAILING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

Out of the car now!

CARVER:
Get your hands on the vehicle!

Hands on the vehicle,
where I can see them.

[BOTH CHEERING] Yeah!

Carnivore eats it!
Yeah!

[BOTH LAUGHING AND CHEERING]

WOMAN: Congratulation, guys.
That was awesome. Great job.

[SIGHS]

OCTAVIA JONES:
Congratulations, Agent Carver.

You caught a very big fish.

CARVER:
Thank you, ma'’am.

ICS deserves
most of the credit.

Fuentes ordered dozens
of brutal murders,

some against police
and judiciary.

The DEA put a $5 million
on his head.

Can I get that in hundreds?

OCTAVIA JONES:
Don'’t worry,

your work won'’t go
unappreciated.

I'’m gonna recommend you
for a commendation.

Thank you, ma'’am.

We picked these guys up
when we raided the club.

No ID. I'’m guessing
they'’re illegal.

[CRIMINALS MURMURING]

KESSLER:
Arturo Flores?

That one.

Take him to interview one.

[SPITS] Puerco!

Come on, amigo,
now you'’re pissing me off.

MAGGIE: State your name.
ARTURO: Go to hell.

MAGGIE: Arturo Flores.

Brother of Rafael
and Lupita Flores,

son of Maria.

I don'’t know those names.

Are you sure?

I just thought you'’d might
like to say goodbye

before we put them
on a plane to Mexico City.

What'’re you talkin' about?

MAGGIE:
Do you have enemies in Mexico, Arturo?

Mara Salvatrucha
and Los Zetas certainly do.

How long do you think
your family will survive down there?

Send me back, too, then.

We will...
To a Mexican prison.

Not so nice, I hear.

What do you want?

Tell me why Hugo Fuentes
was meeting with MS-13.

What is it worth?

Visas for your family,

relocation to a safe locale,

a lenient sentence for you
in protective custody,

with a visa
at the end of it.

Whole new start.

Fuentes found out
his enemy was here.

So he gave MS-Trece
exclusive rights

to sell Los Zetas'’ products
here in the city.

In exchange for what?

A fotografiaof his enemy'’s
severed head.

And who is this
lucky person?

A jornalistico,

who said some bad things
about Fuentes in Mexico.

People know him here,
he helps illegals.

Carajo.

Come with me.

Is this the man
MS-13 agreed to kill?

Yes.

Ramon Esteban.

There'’s a motel we use
for protective custody.

I'’ll post round-the-clock
guards.

I hope their widows
will be well compensated.

You'’re right,
the city'’s not safe.

I know a farm up north

owned by a retired
JTF2 sergeant.

I'’ll drive you there
myself.

And if I refuse?

You said yourself,

they won'’t stop
'’til you're dead.

You think Terri
would blame you.

This is my doing,
not yours.

You'’re a valuable witness,

we need you alive.

I need to stop
by Haven House

to pick up my laptop
and a few books,

and to say goodbye.

Of course.

You'’ll go to Haven House
and pick up Rafael Flores.

Take him
to The Restwell.

That fleabag
near the airport?

Pack a toothbrush.

You'’re checking into
the room next door.

Some guys get
all the glamour.

Moose, you and Darnell

go pick up the mother
and sister,

take '’em to the same motel.

And go easy,

the family'’s
pretty traumatized.

You got it.

Wow, you look cheerful.

Commendation, baby.

"My work will not go
unappreciated."

Well, congratulations.

Wanna help me celebrate?

Expensive champagne

and massage oil
will definitely feature.

Mmm...

I gotta spend the night
in a cheap motel

by the airport.

Mm... that could work.

Really?

Maybe there'’ll be
a heart-shaped jacuzzi.

Oh, yeah,
a big fur-trimmed mirror on the ceiling.

Really?

Mm.

[LAUGHS]

Hey.

Anything on the scanners?

It'’s quiet...

Eerily so.

Hey, what'’re these?

Mm. Two-four-A'’s.

They'’re supposed
to be filed every time

overtime exceeds
20 hours a week.

Hardacre'’s burying us
in paperwork.

I hardly ever put in
for overtime.

You'’re here
day and night.

You deserve
to be appreciated.

Thank you.

I so needed to hear that.

You'’re leaving?

Oh, I got a dinner thing
at 8:30.

If I leave right now,
I can just make it.

Luckily, there'’s
a 42K per hour tail-wind, so...

So go already.

[SIREN WAILS IN THE DISTANCE]

He'’s a good man, Mike.

Believe me,
I wanted not to like him.

He called you
a "buenagente."

It'’s Mexican
for "mensch."

Mm.

Hey, Terri.

Here to pick up the kid.

I spoke to your boss.

Congratulations
on your commendation.

You guys do all the work.
I just grab the glory.

Hey, she'’s not lyin'.

No lights.
Doesn'’t look like anybody'’s home.

DARNELL:
Great, now we have to sit on the place

'’til they get here.

MOOSE:
Oh! Hey...

Lock'’s broken.
Call for backup.

Your mother and sister
will meet you at the motel.

You did good today.

If you say so.

I can'’t help thinking,

what if this is
the last time I ever...

Touch you,
or hear your voice?

I'’m a stubborn man,
Terri.

You won'’t get rid of me
that easily.

[QUIET WHIMPER NEARBY]

[BOTH SCREAMING]

DARNELL:
It'’s all right, it'’s okay.

We'’re from ICS.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

LUPITA: She say,

"you will arrest us?"

No, no, no, no,
we'’re here to help.

It'’s okay.

They will come back.

It'’s okay,
we'’ll take you someplace safe.

Come with us.

Gracias.

We wait for my brothers?

Your brothers are fine.

Let me give you a hand
with that.Thanks.

You okay?

Yeah.

GRAY: Ah, great,
that'’s all we need.

You want me to check
the circuit breaker.

TERRI: Sure.
On the other side of the door.

You know what?
Don'’t bother.

The nearest streetlights
are out, too.

TERRI:
That happens all the time.

At least we got
a whole lot of flashlights.

You should get going.
You got a long road ahead.

I don'’t like leaving you
in the dark.

TERRI: Like I said,
we'’re used to it.

I'’ll take these books
to the car.

[AUTOMATIC WEAPONS FIRE RAPIDLY]

KESSLER:
Get down! Get down!

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

KESSLER:
Gray, cover us.

[FEET SCUFFLE ACROSS FLOOR]

[GUNFIRE POPS LOUDLY]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Muzzle flashes south-southwest!

TERRI:
Oh, my God! Baz!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Call it in.

[GUNSHOTS FIRE]

Signal must be jammed.

Mine, too.

The phone'’s dead.

They must'’ve cut the wires.

Agent Carver, you and Gray
go up the front stairs and collect the residents.

Take '’em down
the back stairs.

Terri...

Get everyone away
from the windows.

[AUTOMATIC WEAPONS FIRE RAPIDLY][TERRI SHRIEKS]

Shit, there'’s more coming!

RAMON:
Rafael!

Can anybody get in
through the basement?

The windows are barred
and boarded up.

We'’re gonna die here,
man.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[AUTOMATIC WEAPONS RETURN FIRE][PEOPLE SCREAMING]

WOMAN:
Mr. Mannering'’s coming for these tonight.

Oh, my God, how much paperwork
can one arrest generate?

These are the illegals
from the club.

[HAMMER AND TOOLS TAPPING]

They'’re surrounding
the building. I make at least 12.

Everybody to the basement,
let'’s go!

CARVER:
Okay, everybody move.

[BULLETS SPATTERING]

[SHRILL SCREAMING]

Stay down!
Stay down low!

Go! Go!TERRI: Keep going!
Move forward!

Let'’s go, guys.
Come through, come through.

TERRI: Stay low.
It'’s okay.

Everybody through,
everybody through.

TERRI:
Okay, keep going.

[ALL SCREAMING]

[CONSTANT RATTLE OF GUNFIRE]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

RAFAEL: [GROANS IN PAIN]

KESSLER:
It'’s just your shoulder.

We'’ll stop the bleeding,
you'’ll be fine.

Get down!

[GRUNTS]

I'’m right behind you.
Go, go, go!

[GUNFIRE RATTLES RAPIDLY]

Let'’s go, guys! Everyone down!
Everyone down! Let'’s go!

Did the barometric pressure
just drop in here.

Something'’s not quite right.

Mr. Slade.

Mm.

What, did I lose focus
again?

That'’s all right.

We understand that brilliant
minds are often eccentric.

Then I must be like a genius.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, th-that was a joke.

I, I don'’t actually think
that I'’m a... although...

I'’ve decided to go ahead
and offer you a position.

How does $200 sound?

All right, $250.

That'’s our top offer.

Two hundred and fifty thousand?

That is so...

Wow.

[SINGING SOFTLY]

A siege,

in the middle of the city.

They'’re using silencers.

TERRI: Even if they weren'’t,
we'’re stuck between railroad yards,

the expressway,
industrial sites.

That'’s why they gave us
this place.

No nimby neighbors.

Terri?
Can I talk to you?

Out here. Alicia?

MS-13 are covering
all the exits.

Shit.

I'’m sorry.

People come here
to escape this shit!

I know.

All that endless
stupid shit

that people do to each other
out there.

[SNIFFLES]

I know.

Do you remember
how to use this?

Squeeze don'’t pull.

It always seemed to me
like the punchline

of a dirty joke.

[CHUCKLES]

If they come through
that door...

Shoot to kill.

I didn'’t know
you were a guerrera,

a warrior woman.

You have no idea.

If you'’ll excuse me...

[WHISPERS]
It'’s me they want.

If I go out there,
they might be satisfied.

After Fuentes'’s arrest,

I promise you,
they want all of us.

How are we doing
on the Fuentes extradition?

Major Kessler and Agent Carver
have started the ball rolling.

And where is the good major?

Driving Ramon Esteban
to a safe location.

And no,
I don'’t know where.

Get him on the phone.
I'’ll ask him myself.

[NO SIGNAL BEEPS]
The number called...

Huh. He must be near
the escarpment.

It'’s hard to get a signal
out there.

I'’m down
to my last few rounds.

We'’re gonna have
to make a move.

The lights are on
two blocks away.

Cell phone jammers
have limited range.

I can make a run for it.

Or I could.

To go out on foot
would be suicide.

Whose Van is that
parked out back?

That'’s Nisha's.

It'’s gotta be 30 feet away.

Like I said, I'’m down
to my last few rounds.

Nisha'’s keys.

You cover that door,
I'’ll take the street.

GRAY:
For the record,

if we don'’t make it...

We will.GRAY: Absolutely.

But if we don'’t...

Me, too.

GANG MEMBER:
En la Puerta!

[AUTOMATIC WEAPONS FIRE]

GANG MEMBER:
[YELLING IN SPANISH]

[GRUNTING]

[GASPING FOR BREATH]

[ENGINE REVS]

[GUNFIRE RATTLES]

[HEAVY THUD]

[BULLET POPS][GRUNTS]

[TIRES SQUEAL]

Carver, he'’s down!

Cover me.

CARVER:
Go.

[GASPS FOR AIR]

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Try Agent Carver.
Maybe she can shed some light.

[SPEED DIALLING BEEPS]

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]
The number called cannot be...

She was on her way
to Haven House with Gray.

This Mara Salvatrucha page
is almost charming.

There'’s a party tonight.

That'’s a map to Haven House.

Oh, my God.

We need help here!
He'’s bleeding out!

Clear a space!

WOMAN: Oh, my God!

Come on, this way,
this way!

KESSLER:
Careful, careful!We need bandages!

TERRI:
Right here.

KESSLER:
Okay, ready?

GRAY: [GRUNTING IN PAIN]

TERRI: Here.

Agent Carver,
can I have your hand gun?

Just take over, please.

[PEOPLE WHIMPERING]

He'’s lost a lot blood.

Don'’t you die on me.

Two rounds,
enough for a last stand.

I'’d make a joke
about the Alamo,

but I'’m Mexican.

Do you know how shoot?

I trained with the military
when I was a war correspondent.

Don'’t go.

Don'’t go.

Fuertas, mi amor.

[BREATHS SHAKILY]

[RAPID AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE
RATTLES OVERHEAD]

[HEAVY FOOTSTEPS STOMP OVERHEAD,
GLASS SHATTERS]

[MEN SHOUTING OVERHEAD]

They'’re in the building.

[VOICES GET LOUDER,
GLASS SHATTERS NEARBY]

[FOOTSTEPS THUDDING HEAVILY]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[DOOR RATTLES VIOLENTLY]

Wait for my signal.

[GUNSHOTS POP][SHRIEKS]

[AUTOMATIC WEAPON FIRES RAPIDLY]

Stay down!

[WEAPONS FIRE]

[BANGING AGAINST DOOR]

Now!

I'’m out.

[DESPAIRING SIGH]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]